[Verse 1: Eurodance male rapper, punchy chant flow over the four-on-the-floor kick] Come on, four years at a desk without a single day away Lunch above the keyboard, every Saturday the same old gray Six hundred unread messages, a plant that's turnin' brown Then Friday at four fifty-nine, I shut the whole thing down Click the little settings, type the message, pick a date Grab a bag with flip-flops and the passport, and I'm out the gate Everybody, hands up, wave goodbye to the screen Every email comin' in gets the sweetest voice that's ever been Come on, it's a song now, every message gets a tune And the voice that answers isn't me, she's singin' "back in June" [Hook: Eurodance female sung hook over the pounding kick and rave chords] He is out of office, he is out of reach He is out of signal, he is out there on the beach If your matter's urgent, you can send it off to June He is out of office, and he won't be back too soon [Verse 2: Eurodance male rapper, wheels-up lift, every drum and the bass hit together on "wheels up", then the groove comes back wider] Taxi to the airport, coffee in a paper cup Boardin' group is callin' seven, everybody, wheels up Monday at the office, Gary sends a "quick one" And the reply sings it back to him, and Gary's mornin's done Tuesday Brenda wants the numbers, and she gets the song as well And she plays it seven times and walks around inside the spell Wednesday it's the boss, and the boss is hummin' down the hall Thursday half the floor is singin', and there's nobody on call And I'm on a rock out in the sea, a mango and no phone Come on, everybody, I've never been this far from home [Verse 3: Eurodance male rapper, harder, rave chords stabbin' every bar] Friday mornin', there's a boat that's pullin' up onto the sand Gary's in a pair of swim trunks with a cooler in his hand Brenda's got a sunhat, and the boss has got a kite Every desk on floor eleven set the same reply last night Now the building's empty, every chair is turned around Every call that comes in there is answered by the same sweet sound Come on, everybody, it's the only meetin' on the books Toes in the water, and nobody's checkin' how it looks Four years I was the only one who never took a day Now the whole department's sunburned, and the inbox sings away [Final Hook: Eurodance female sung hook over the pounding kick and rave chords] He is out of office, he is out of reach He is out of signal, he is out there on the beach If your matter's urgent, you can send it off to June He is out of office, and he won't be back too soon [End]
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