When I grow up I want to be
A systems analyst in a small company
No one knows what they do, so I can't do it wrong
I can play my harmonica all day long

My boss would be ever so surprised
"Why have my systems not been analysed?"
That's not my job, I'd reply with a scoff
And resume my harmonica from where I left off

And then I'd go back home to my wife
She'd ask what I'm doing with my life
With harmonica in hand, I'd fervently insist
I'm a really good systems analyst