Sanity Not Accounted For

acoustic, live performance, British, singer/songwriter, male voice

[Verse 1]  
Nine to five, or more like nine to ten,  
Crunching numbers again and again.  
Receipts roll in, they’re crumpled in bags,  
Why is lunch described as "essential swag"?

[Pre-Chorus]  
And here’s another gem, what do I see?
Someone claimed their cat as an “employee.”  
Another says, “The yacht was purely for work,”  
While I’m here drowning in overtime perks.

[Chorus]  
Oh, the life of an accountant’s not all that sweet,  
Chasing missing payments and balancing sheets.  
I keep it together, but I want to shout,  
How do these people make this much without figuring it out?

[Verse 2]  
Bob from sales spent thousands on “gas,”  
Turns out it’s fine dining with a champagne glass.  
Gemma in HR says her spa was legit,  
“Team-building massage” was the line she submitted.

[Pre-Chorus]  
And then there’s James, with his bonus so high,  
While I’m stuck calculating how to get by.  
He makes six figures, but his math’s a mess,  
Adding things wrong in his own expense request.

[Chorus]  
Oh, the life of an accountant’s a balancing act,  
Sorting fantasy claims from the actual fact.  
I crunch their numbers, but it leaves me in doubt,  
How do they make so much without knowing what it’s about?

[Bridge]  
Why does the intern claim flights to Dubai?  
Why does the VP think taxes don’t apply?  
Why does the CEO, with her millions a year,  
Still ask me, “What’s this ‘tax bracket’ here?”

[Chorus]  
Oh, the life of an accountant’s a puzzling ride,  
Dealing with claims they just can’t justify.  
I stare at their wage slips and wonder out loud,  
Who gave these people their financial crown?

[Outro]  
So I file their claims and shake my head,  
Dreaming of spreadsheets that make sense instead.  
One day I’ll quit, but until that’s allowed,  
I’ll just envy the yacht while I’m stuck in the crowd.

(Spoken over final chord:)  
"Next month, I’m claiming coffee as ‘emotional support.’"  
(Ends with a sharp, resigned strum.)

1974/7500

[Verse 1] Nine to five, or more like nine to ten, Crunching numbers again and again. Receipts roll in, they’re crumpled in bags, Why is lunch described as "essential swag"? [Pre-Chorus] And here’s another gem, what do I see? Someone claimed their cat as an “employee.” Another says, “The yacht was purely for work,” While I’m here drowning in overtime perks. [Chorus] Oh, the life of an accountant’s not all that sweet, Chasing missing payments and balancing sheets. I keep it together, but I want to shout, How do these people make this much without figuring it out? [Verse 2] Bob from sales spent thousands on “gas,” Turns out it’s fine dining with a champagne glass. Gemma in HR says her spa was legit, “Team-building massage” was the line she submitted. [Pre-Chorus] And then there’s James, with his bonus so high, While I’m stuck calculating how to get by. He makes six figures, but his math’s a mess, Adding things wrong in his own expense request. [Chorus] Oh, the life of an accountant’s a balancing act, Sorting fantasy claims from the actual fact. I crunch their numbers, but it leaves me in doubt, How do they make so much without knowing what it’s about? [Bridge] Why does the intern claim flights to Dubai? Why does the VP think taxes don’t apply? Why does the CEO, with her millions a year, Still ask me, “What’s this ‘tax bracket’ here?” [Chorus] Oh, the life of an accountant’s a puzzling ride, Dealing with claims they just can’t justify. I stare at their wage slips and wonder out loud, Who gave these people their financial crown? [Outro] So I file their claims and shake my head, Dreaming of spreadsheets that make sense instead. One day I’ll quit, but until that’s allowed, I’ll just envy the yacht while I’m stuck in the crowd. (Spoken over final chord:) "Next month, I’m claiming coffee as ‘emotional support.’" (Ends with a sharp, resigned strum.)

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