61st floor way downtown,
From cubicle 423
You can't see what's coming down
The mail lady brings a pink slip
And an empty box for my desk
Says, "Pack what you brought leave us the rest."
Down in the parking garage I pray my truck starts again
When the CEO passes me in his new Mercedes Benz
He's toking on a Cuban
While mine blows out the tailpipe
Some get rich while the rest get by
The rich keep getting richer, but I keep staying poor
I'm working this overtime to help event the score
It feels like I'm working towards the welfare line,
But someday I'll get mine
The big boss man and his jolly pirate crew