Take me out of the workplace.
Give me time off the job.
Workers and bosses all need a life.
We don't care for more stress and more strife.
If I don't have time for my family,
Will they remember my name?
Then it's one, two, three strikes you're out
Of the Real Life Game.

Give me time from the rat race--
For a chance to relax.
Who are the neighbors and where's the cat?
Vacation is healthy--we need more of that.
So let's take a break from our pagers.
We've got our time to reclaim,
Or it's one, two, three strikes you're out
Of the Real Life Game.

I'd be up for some downtime
Just to know who I am.
Why are we caught in a Wall Street trance?
Let's not forget how to sing, play and dance.
And it's good to have time for baseball.
In life the rules are the same:
If it's one, two, three strikes, you're out
In the Real Life Game.

What's with all of this road rage?
I'm so fed up with that.
Better to walk or to ride a bike.
That's the kind of commute I would like.
So let's make our minds up to change things
For balance we can sustain,
'Cause it's one heart attack and you're out
of the Real Life Game.

There's no time to recycle.
We eat way too much junk.
No wonder we're cranky and so depressed.
Prozac is no substitute for some rest.
Tell me, whose life is it you're living?
We're so burned out it's a shame.
And it's one, two, three strokes you're out
Of the Real Life Game.

Take me out of the fast lane.
Let me rest from the grind.
No time for dinner, for friends to talk.
When was the last time you went for a walk?
So let's root, root, root for some home time.
Come add your voice and proclaim
That there's more than one way to win
In this Real Life Game.
 
 
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