Anonymous
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Anonymous
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With apologies to Bowie....
Pushing thru the market
square
so many reps sighing
News had just come over,
AZ has 3-6 months left to cry in
Pascal wept and told us
AZ was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
then I knew he was not lying
I heard a brand new pipeline, cancer cures, favourite melodies
I saw reps, bosses and Medimmune cronies
My brain hurt like a warehouse
it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny reps, and all the tall-short reps
And all the nobody reps, and all the somebody reps
I never thought we needed so many reps
A rep my age went off her head
hit some tiny doctors
If Pascal hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A medimmune boss with a useless drug, fixed his stare at the conference delegates
A rep knelt and kissed the feet of a boss
and we all threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an expenses paid lunch
drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
don't think you knew you were in this sale
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an shareholder
And I thought of Ian and and I wanted to get back there
His face, his race, the way that he talked
I kiss him, he's beautiful, but I want him to walk
We've got 3-6 months, stuck on my eyes
We've got 3-6 months, what a surprise
We've got 3-6 months, my brain hurts a lot
We've got 3-6 months, that's all we've got
"You gotta know when to hold them and know when to fold them."