It's one A.M. on a Saturday
A rather odd crowd shuffles in
There's a big group in the lunch room
Whipping up some more coffee again.
They say, "Son, can you copy the server now?
I'm not really sure how it goes
Though it's big and it's sweet, it will be obsolete
The second our company's doors close."
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Copy these files, you're the IT man
Copy these files tonight
Well, you know we can't do shit without you,
Don't care if it takes you all night
This guy in production's a friend of mine
He gets me in shows for free
And he's quick with a Mac or to download some flacs
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Dude, I believe this is killing me,"
As a smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a music star
If I could get out of this place."
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now Boss is a photojournovelist
Who's never on time for a thing
She has two little boys who make lots of noise
And recently got a new ring
And this woman is practicing politics
As the editors slowly get bored
Yes, they're sharing a time they call job panic
But job searching they cannot afford
Copy these files, you're the IT man
Copy these files tonight
Well, you know we can't do shit without you,
Don't care if it takes you all night
It's an oddly big crowd for a Saturday
And my manager gives me a smile
'Cause she knows that it's me who can wrangle PCs
And forget about sleep for a while
And the server, it sounds like a buzzsaw
And I sure wouldn't mind a beer
While my wife sits alone, while she's reading at home,
Thinking "Why the hell isn't he here?"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Copy these files, you're the IT man
Copy these files tonight
Well, you know we can't do shit without you,
Don't care if it takes you all night
Oh, I liked that....