Share price: rising, projections: surprising School fees: climbing, bonus: declining Your boss he's unbending So tired of pretending Your job's not fulfilling Life spent sitting cussing at a cashflow Ah you gotta get away Oh you gotta get away I've something for ya It's gonna sound peculiar We hope you take it Let's just slip away We all get our kicks in different ways Mine's a DC10 to the 1970s A tested cure in these difficult days Is a big ass apple bite 1970s Oh I lay claim to the 1970s Oh there's no shame in beautiful memories When you don't take crap And you won't be told And all things ain't priced And you can't be sold Your job, you job it makes you dreamy Your boss, he's kinda creepy I'm tired of Tardis sleazy, oh Click set, repeat: go Ah you gotta get away Oh you gotta get away I've something for ya it's gonna sound peculiar We hope you take it, let's just slip away Six Million Dollar Man's lost his show Better get Steve back to the 1970s Cherry Bomb Oh Buck's got lost and Mindy's on fire Pretty little memories 1970s Oh I lay claim to the 1970s Oh there's no shame in beautiful memories Six Million Dollar Man's lost his show Better get Steve back to the 1970s Cherry Bomb Oh Buck's got lost and Mindy's on fire Pretty little memories 1970s Oh I lay claim to the 1970s Oh there's no shame in beautiful memories