Six o'clock in the morning I hear somebody calling Me while I'm in the shower She says: meet me at half past one Quickly, quickly! I gotta get my things done
Why do you think it's me? A poor manager am I She's the boss of a Wireless surfing enterprise She's a big shot, beyond price
The razor knife is shaving The yellow soap is washing My little wallet jingling I hope that our plans will dove
Why must I be a manager in love?
The ham and eggs are eaten Papers read and letters written The sun outside is shining Oh, there must be a god above Who cares for a manager in love!
Where is my black shoe polish? Where is my rimless glasses? Where is my organizer? I need a tranquilizer... The stock prices are falling But I don't really care
Should I take her out To a business dinner? Oh, I will light the candles Oh Lord, I am a sinner And we will have a good Cabernet Sauvignon
Oh God, I can't believe it I stumbled over my feet When I walked down the street I saw your picture in the news Grey costume and patent leather shoes
Now it's almost twelve o'clock Twenty minutes in the park And then a nine minutes walk I hope that our plans will dove
Why must I be a manager in love?
Where is my black shoe polish? Where is my rimless glasses? Where is my organizer? I need a ranquilizer... The stock prices are falling But I don't really care
Should I take her out To a business dinner? Oh, I will light the candles Oh Lord, I am a sinner And we will have a good Cabernet Sauvignon