I'll Have You Know I Manage a Caribou Coffee

Tell me again how fantastic your franchise is
The way that you speak you almost seem proud of it
You couldn't say it any more ways
You're just standing in my doorway
An immovable fountain of rhetoric
Blind to the fact that I'm not having it

I'm sick of all this
I never wanted any part of it
I just didn't fit
Just hanging 'til I have the funds to quit

Another prospect wanders through the room
Watch the multitude of feathers bloom
Hip hip hooray, it's a peacock parade
I hadn't planned on sleeping anyway

Who's moving in this week?
Who's getting kicked to the street?
Who's moving in this week?
Who's getting kicked to the street?

I'm sick of all this
I never wanted any part of it
I just didn't fit
Just hanging 'til I have the funds to quit

Another prospect wanders through the room
Watch the multitude of feathers bloom
Hip hip hooray, it's a peacock parade
I hadn't planned on sleeping anyway

I'm sick of all this
I never wanted any part of it
I just didn't fit
And you should know
You put me through a lot of unpleasant circumstances
A lot of unpleasant circumstances



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Drake
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