Lyric

(After SOLOS)

 

 

You know my bosses brain fits right on a pin.

I said his brain is so small - fits right on a pin.

and if he gets in my face now,

he will know the mood I'm in!

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Now he comes to work - Whiskey on his breath.   (OPTION LYRIC)  So I guess it's time - time to have some fun.

He comes to work now - Whiskey on his breath.      I guess it's time - time to have some fun.

He could use a good 'whu-pin' -                              He needs a good who-pin', 

 I'll just take take him to the test!                                cause he's just so God damn dumb!

 

 

Oh I'll smack him once - better make it twice!

Then slug-a-dub dub him 'til he's outta' my sight.

The man's so stupid- please help me Lord,

or I'll do somethin' so bad, and that will be that!

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I don't take no crap - take me to the jail.

No, I don't take no crap now - take me on to jail .

You see I'm feelin' mighty mean

and tough as steel nails!

 

 

It's this WACKO WORLD makin' me so crude.

Yeah, it's this WACKO WORLD makin' me so crude.

I need all 'a God's angels ... I said I need all 'a God's angels ... to take

away my mood!!

 

 

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