stork daddy the accountant's lullaby
you've crunched the numbers, and the numbers crunched you,
your calculator's fried and your abacus is through,
the balances will still be there when you wake up from sleep,
and there's no need for exactness when counting sheep.

the businessman's lullaby
get thoughts of spreadsheets out of your head,
the only sheets you need are the ones on your bed.
a glass of wine, a familiar hand,
remember why put up with your bosses demands.
what's it to you?
who go