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