I work in a big office
Crammed like a sardine
One big giant office
No space in between
I sit next to a fat slob
Eats enough for four
Oh, I hate it here,
Cause I just can't take it anymore

Don't gas me, guy
Because that's why my face is blue
Because you moron
I sit in back of you
I have to hold my breath
To block the stench of death
Don't gas me, guy
Don't make me cry

I went to see the bossman
To file a complaint
Told the corporate bossman
That I just might faint
He pulled a page of numbers
Pointed to a row, told me
Son, I think the bigger stink
Is your figures are too low

Don't gas me guy
I'm gonna die, from what you spew
Because I'm starin'
At an unpleasant view
I feel that gentle breeze
When you make S.B.D.'s
Don't gas me, guy
Don't let one fly

Next day when I came to work
I saw his empty chair
I cried "Hallelujah"
Now I could breathe the air
He'd just been promoted
Management's new whim
Then I got the news
That I would be soon working under him

Don't gas me, guy
I"ll tell you why I'm sick of you
In every meeting
The beans comin' through
The clothespin on my nose
The curling of my toes
Don't gas me, guy
Don't wanna die

(Tooting noises solo fadeout)