It's nine o'clock on a Tuesday
The regular crowd shuffles in.
There's some people, sitting in a cubicle,
Logging into their Outlook accounts.
It says, "Hi, can you see me this morning”
I'm not really sure what it’s for.
But it's sad and it's fast and I knew it’s complete
It’s that my boss just has shown me the door."
la la la, di da da
La la, di di da da dum
Chorus:
Sing us a song, you're the Hatchet Man
Sing us a song today
Well, we're all in the mood for some Bad News,
And Jeff’s got us, All feelin' up tight.
Now John at the bench is a friend of mine
He’s new and he works with me.
And he’s fast as the rest and he'll clean up your mess
But there's some place that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As his smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a good scientist,
If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Now Paul is a Ph.D. Chemist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Mary, who's still is contrary,
And probably she will be for life.
And the Director is practicing politics
As the manager slowly gets told,
Yes, Frank’s selling a plan called Path Forward,
But it's leaving us out in the cold
Chorus
Sing us a song, you're the Hatchet Man
Sing us a song today
Well, we're all in the mood for some Bad News,
And Jeff’s got us, All feelin' up tight.
It's a pretty good crowd for a Tuesday.
And the manager gives me a frown.
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see,
To tell us our jobs were let go.
Though the layoffs, it seems like eternity.
And the manager, he looks really tired.
And they sit at their desk and tell me I’m gone
And say, "Man, you are done and you’re Pfired”
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Chorus:
Sing us a song, you're the Hatchet Man
Sing us a song today
Well, we're all in the mood for some Bad News,
And Jeff’s got us, All feelin' up tight.
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