words are flying out his spit parades into my coffee cup
it slithers as it floats, this drip is too diverse
mba's and thai m'goi are filling up his little mind
instructing and corrupting me
why do you say tha? oh........
nothing's gonna change my job
nothing's gonna change my job

images of I.T brightly dance before my
where's the guys, lets go get drunk,
and stop and we'll all curse..
snots meander like a number one
above his upper lip, they run so freely
as they make their way onto this boss, diverse..
why do you say tha? oh........
nothing's gonna change my job
nothing's gonna change my job

sounds of laughter from the office girls,
they think he really smells, he's dissing and he's pissing me
limitless undying bull that flows from out his open yap
not focused any way this convolution's crap
why do you say tha? oh........
nothing's gonna change my job
nothing's gonna change my job