Well, what’ll be the pay when you say I’m hired?
And what’ll be the pay till you say I’m fired?
You have my resume, I’m not yet retired,
So what’ll be the pay when I’m hired?

Well, you asked me all those questions with your evil eyeballs
All your dry expressions whilst behind your desk.
Well, you know you want me, mister
Heard it from your sister
Her buck teeth are quite grotesque.

Well, what’ll be the pay, don’t look at me cross,
And what’ll be the pay, you might be my boss,
You have my resume, it’s stained with soy sauce,
So what’ll be the pay, it’s your loss.

SOLO

Well, what’ll be the pay, I passed my drug test,
And what’ll be the pay, my only request,
You have my resume, what’ll you suggest?
So what’ll be the pay, I’m distressed.

Well, when I last had a job
My boss’s name was Bob
He headed up the Mob in old New York.
Cooked him bad sausage, must’ve caused a blockage
He said, “That wasn’t corn-fed pork”.

Well, what’ll be the pay when you say I’m hired?
And what’ll be the pay till you say I’m fired?
You have my resume, I’m not yet retired,
So what’ll be the pay when I’m hired?

Well, what’ll be the pay, yoo hoo
What’ll be the pay, yoo hoo
What’ll be the pay, you hoo
What’ll be the pay?