Blue Glass in the Sky

I yelled out greetings,
And such nice pleasant things,
To all who came through the glass door.
I rung up folks,
And told bad weather jokes,
In a blue shirt with yellow collar.

But now I'm floating in the air,
Above Copley Square,
Blue glass in the sky,
A letter writer I.

I entered data,
But what did it matter,
To me what they spend on dinner.
Punched in each figure,
My smirk growing bigger,
Why on earth was I sitting there?

But now I'm floating in the air,
Above Copley Square,
Blue glass in the sky,
A letter writer I.

No more of mold,
That is forty years old,
There at Camelot's last resting place.
Scanned all Pop's works,
Who's the intern who lurks,
Editing Hanneman files on Word?

But now I'm floating in the air,
Above Copley Square,
Blue glass in the sky,
A letter writer I.