Glenda
Gideon, who the fuck do you think you are?
I can't handle you in Super Monkey Ball?
(Hey, Danny) Well you can't handle me in Hotel Mario!
(We're recording)
(Danny...) You jumbo bitch!
(Danny!)
Fuck you!
You'd do anything to make another buck
We've never seen you smile
Hey man you really suck
You suck the energy out of the room
It's okay to judge others but they
Can't judge you
But we still do
I'm sick of your games
Sick of the low paychecks
What's next?
Someday you'll see, you can't fire me
This business is lame, I get no respect
(No shit!)
I'm sick of this food and I'm sick of you
You're judging other people by the color of their skin
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that's called sin
I really don't care what you think about the gays
I'll spit in your drink just like I'll spit on your grave
It's all the same
I'm sick of your games
Sick of the low paychecks
What's next?
Someday you'll see, you can't fire me
This business is lame, I get no respect
(No shit!)
I'm sick of this food and I'm sick of you
She's always right (she's always right)
She's never wrong (she's never wrong)
I'm really glad that I quit my job
I'm sick of your games
Sick of the low paychecks
What's next?
Someday you'll see, you can't fire me
I can't handle you in Super Monkey Ball?
(Hey, Danny) Well you can't handle me in Hotel Mario!
(We're recording)
(Danny...) You jumbo bitch!
(Danny!)
Fuck you!
You'd do anything to make another buck
We've never seen you smile
Hey man you really suck
You suck the energy out of the room
It's okay to judge others but they
Can't judge you
But we still do
I'm sick of your games
Sick of the low paychecks
What's next?
Someday you'll see, you can't fire me
This business is lame, I get no respect
(No shit!)
I'm sick of this food and I'm sick of you
You're judging other people by the color of their skin
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that's called sin
I really don't care what you think about the gays
I'll spit in your drink just like I'll spit on your grave
It's all the same
I'm sick of your games
Sick of the low paychecks
What's next?
Someday you'll see, you can't fire me
This business is lame, I get no respect
(No shit!)
I'm sick of this food and I'm sick of you
She's always right (she's always right)
She's never wrong (she's never wrong)
I'm really glad that I quit my job
I'm sick of your games
Sick of the low paychecks
What's next?
Someday you'll see, you can't fire me
Credits
Writer(s): Margaret Emily Claire Gordon
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