Clap your hands, come on













"...Forces of FIPNet in a bozo nightmare
Drum up the music with an imaginary pipeline
'Cause Jån is a weasel and Derica's got a flag
One's shut down singapore, the other is in drag
With the quarterly shows and the Cymbalta nose job
The deluded mumbling of folkJohn the slob
He hung himself with a roll-along
Slap his turkey Footlong, it's hangin from a knob
You can't do your vlog if you can't relate
Trade the lab for the boardroom for his kingdom for the hate
And Lilly is a piece of wax, fallin' on a Colonel
That's chokin on the cinders..."
 






Then he walked in the door
"I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me???"

Fa fa fa king nightmare of a ceo clown
Walking corporate center in Harvard gown
And his mind is a piece of wax
On the back of a termite
that's chokin' on the splinters
 






"...Forces of
T-ROLL in a bozo nightmare
Drum up the music with an imaginary pipeline
'Cause John is a weasel and Directors salary so fine
One's shut down Tippe, so the others are inclined
With the quarterly shows and the Cymbalta nose job
The deluded mumbling of spreadsheet bed kings
He hung himself with a roll-along
Slap his turkey Footlong, it's hangin from a knob
You can't do your vlog if you can't relate
Trade the lab for the boardroom for his kingdom for the hate
And Lilly is a piece of wax, fallin' on a Colonel
That's chokin on the cinders... CUT IT"