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Stephen was bored and pissed one day and wrote a poem to vent his voes
Piano Man Lyrics...
- by Stephen
It's nine o'clock on a monday
The regular workers shuffle in
There's the QA man sitting near to me
Still smelling like tonic and gin
He says, "Steve, can you submit me a project?
I'm not really sure what to do
But I'm sad and you're sweet and I beat my meat
When I head off to the loo."
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus:
Approve us an app, you're the QA man
Approve us an app tonight
Well, we're not in the mood for a rejection
And you've got us feelin' uptight.
Now Troy in his room is a friend of mine
He tells people I've humped a tree
And he's quick with a joke or to give you a poke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Steve, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"well I'm sure that I could actually complete something
If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now Muffy is a C# programmer
Who rides around on a bike
And he's talkin' with Munish, nothin' rhymes with Munish,
But those guys are really both alike.
And Helen always talks politics
As the support staff slowly become drones
Yes, they're sharing a job they call crappiness
But it's better than workin' alone
Chorus
It's an average crowd for a Monday
And David gives me a smile
'cause he knows that it's me, who'll get the trophy
And I bet I will win by a mile.
But the QA man smokes like a chimney
And his breath still smells like a beer
And he sits at his table, rejects apps when able
And says, "What the f*ck am I doin' here? "
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus
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