Gotta run I, it's time for work
But no food at all, I's out-of-luck
( Food for work).
Wanna pick up some hot pizza
I had to make a stop at the piza plaza
(Love to work for pizza)
Too bad, again,I got so late
Just a second, but not the whole minute
(Late is late, flat out).
There came for me my boss
Who, I know, got such a big nose
(Such a cocknose).
She got me first a phony smile
Then said " well, well, well..."
(nothing else that's all).
I's about to explode, "what the hell!"
'Cuse her cold-eyes obviously tell:
She and I never been so well
(Ain't so cool).
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