[Verse 1] The door swings open, and here they come, A parade of folks who make my brain go numb. First up’s the talker, won’t take a breath, A thousand words later, I’m praying for death. [Pre-Chorus] (He’s telling me stories I didn’t request) From his weekend hike to his dog’s weird vet test. I nod along, but my patience is thin, And he still hasn’t told me why he walked in. [Chorus] Oh, the people you meet in the office today, Some are delightful, but most make you pray. From chatterboxes to creeps on display, It’s a real-life circus, and I’m stuck in the play. [Verse 2] Next is the guy with the "unique" smell, What he’s been bathing in, I can’t quite tell. Is it cheese? Is it socks? Is it both combined? I’d open a window, but it might not be kind. [Pre-Chorus] (And then comes the stare—oh no, it’s begun) The creepy guy’s back, and I just want to run. He asks for his invoice with a lingering grin, And I swear he’s been watching me since I walked in. [Chorus] Oh, the people you meet in the office today, Some leave you speechless, in not a good way. From odors to oglers to chatters astray, I’m grinning and bearing it all for the pay. [Bridge] (Guitar slows, spoken:) There’s the guy who whispers like he’s in a spy movie, The one who clicks his pen just to prove he’s groovy. The lady who tells me her life in full verse, And somehow each visit gets worse and worse. [Chorus] Oh, the people you meet in the office today, Some are a pleasure, but most just... oy vey. I’m smiling through madness, what else can I say? They’re the low and highlight of every weekday. [Outro] The clock hits five, and I let out a cheer, Another day done, no more weirdos here. But tomorrow they’ll come, as sure as the sun, And I’ll be here ready... with headphones on. (Spoken over final chord:) Unless it’s the smelly guy. Then I’m working from home.
