Sycophants

Bob Weaver picks out his tailor-made
Looks at his watch it's getting late
He's at his desk now doing fine
He'll make the meeting just in time

Walking by the Big's not on the way
He'll make this detour every day
Good morning how ya doin' I'm fine take care
Got to score some points hey all is fair

I can't breathe where the hot air blows
I can't smell with brown on my nose
I won't turn and drop my pants
And I will not dance with the sycophants

Mr. Weaver Mr. Big is on the phone
He wants to see you all alone

Thank you hon' tell him that is fine
I'm glad my shoes have that killer shine

Bob walks in he takes a chair
Sits down leans back to check his hair
Good job good work says Mr. Big
Bob Weaver sure can play that corporate gig

I can't breathe where hot air blows
I can't smell with brown on my nose
I won't turn and drop my pants
And I will not dance with sycophants

I can't breathe where hot air blows (Where the hot air blows)
I can't smell with brown on my nose (With brown on my nose)
I won't turn and drop my pants (I won't drop my pants)
And I will not dance with the sycophants

I can't breathe where hot air blows (Where the hot air blows)
I can't smell with brown on my nose (With brown on my nose)
I won't turn and drop my pants (I won't drop my pants)
And I will not dance with the sycophants

I can't breathe where
I can't smell with
I won't turn and drop my pants (I won't drop my pants)
And I will not dance with the sycophants (No no no no no no no no)

Can't dance with the sycophants
Can't dance with the sycophants
No no
Can't dance with the sycophants
Can't dance with the sycophants
No no