[Verse 1] Nine a.m., the inbox roaring, Deadlines calling out my name. But I’m staring at this cursor, Thinking, “Work can wait a little, right? Probably? Maybe?” So I open up a sidebar window, Hide it small behind a chart, Whisper, “Hey ChatGPT, buddy… Let’s make some lyrical art.” [Pre-Chorus] I should be typing memos, But this is way more fun— My boss thinks I’m productive, But I’m secretly on the run. [Chorus] ’Cause I’ve got ChatGPT Writing me a song while I’m on the clock— AI poetry on company time, And no one ever needs to talk. If they ask why I’m smiling At my spreadsheet like it’s divine, I’ll say, “Just quarterly projections,” But it’s really your rhymes, not mine. [Verse 2 ] I asked my work bestie to help out, Said, “Give me lyrics, something slick!” She shrugged and laughed, “You know I got you,” Then offered… absolutely nothing but a joke and a paperclip. She said, “Why not ask that AI? It’s better at words than me.” So here I am in the break room, Letting you write the melody. [Pre-Chorus] But hey, the world keeps spinning, And I keep hitting “send,” Making meta songs with AI Instead of budgets once again. (Chorus) Yeah, I’ve got ChatGPT Writing me a song while I’m on the clock— AI brilliance disguised as work, A covert lyrical heist nonstop. If my boss wonders why My productivity graph just climbs, I’ll say, “Optimization strategies,” But it’s really your rhymes, not mine. [Bridge] So here’s to every worker Sneaking moments of delight, To the tabs that hide behind Excel, To the dopamine of doing it not quite right. Here’s to the AI sidekick Who keeps my brain awake— You craft the words I daydream While I’m paid for other tasks I fake. [Final Chorus] Oh, ChatGPT, write me Another verse before lunch break is gone. I’ll pretend I’m deep in data, While we finish this ridiculous song. If they ask why I’m humming, I’ll swear it’s “workflow design.” But between us? I’m on company time— And these lyrics aren’t even mine.
