When I first got my salary
I liked the ones and the zeros
Then they began to expect me
To turn these goofs into heros
I yelled and screamed
I puffed and steamed
And talked about production
And even got some asses reamed
And caused some force reduction

Boy, they don't love me now on the cross
If I dropped dead, it would be no loss
I have no brain, now I'm the boss
Management can be cruel
And now I'm so mental with this

Somehow in this corp'rate life
I learned to be a butcher
I wielded that corp'rate knife
And snipped away, no suture
I kept the team in disarray
I cussed the peons daily
The pink slips passed out everywhere
And when convenient, mailing

Boy, they don't love me now on the stick
If I dropped dead, I'd be like a brick
I have no brain, now I'm the Dick
Management can be cruel
And now I'm so mental with it

I gave them all my reaper skills
The stocks began to wither
My boss's bosses robbed the tills
And then ran yon and hither
And now they're blaming me today
After I was so loyal
I doesn't matter what they pay
Or how unselfish toil

Boy, they don't love me now in this line
If I dropped dead, it would be just fine
I have no brain, now I am swine
Management can be cruel
And now I'm so mental with them

When I first got my salary
I liked the meager promotion
Then they began to expect me
To turn around, use lotion