I Hate My Job

When I was unemployed I was not overjoyed.
When I was unemployed I was not overjoyed.
I was just a drunk.
Now I'm an office skunk.
Workin' for a Nazi slob,
Now I hate my fuckin' job.

[chorus] I hate my job
I hate my job.
I hate my fucking job.
[repeat once]

I'm upwardly mobile, lickin' the boss' ass.
I'm upwardly mobile, lickin' the boss' ass.
Now I've got the word.
Life as a company turd.
Suck cess is now assured, cause now I'm on the board.

I backstabbed and finked
to get to where I am.
You got to have that business sense
if you want to make the clams.

"Nice to have a job to hate!" R. Santiago

Note: Dog Meat BBQ released an interesting arrangement of this song on their 1999 CD Close Enough for Rock and Roll.