I get into work on a typical day ,
I look all around and I’m starting to pray ,
Is my boss in today or is he away ?

I hear the net calling ,
It’s begging me please ,
Read me and want me ,
I’ll set you at ease .

But a call from my boss rings out though the room ,
" Work to be done", comes the sad cry of doom ,
And all through my soul sweeps a gathering gloom .

I hear the net calling ,
It wants me so bad ,
It’s kind and it’s giving ,
Of the treasures it’s had .

I working quite hard and I’m pounding away ,
Working so hard I’ve become almost grey ,
No time for playing through this busy day .

I hear the net calling ,
It’s calling my name ,
Where have you gone friend ?
Come see me again .

Home time has come and not a minute too late ,
A long trip home ’til I’m back at my gate ,
I rush to my Mac, and I’m feeling quite faint .

I hear the net calling ,
It welcomes me back ,
So good to see you ,
You have 35 junk messages .