You Are Fired

Monks handle high society
And to know a lot he doesn't have to really go for a seat in this big butt
Well, I wanna tell you about a fetish of mine
Tell you when a man uses his big pole around my love butt
It really gets me hot
And then I just come up with his colon in my life poems
Cum, big boy, cum!
(Whoa!)

Hey, you do this
Hey, you do that
Don't say anything
You might regret
Hey, you come here
Hey, you stand back
Don't do anything
You might regret
Because you're fired

Say no more
Say no more
Because you're fired
Say no more
Say no more

But, what about my family?
Think of my kids
I don't give a shit
You're fired
I'm gonna tell your wife
About your mistress
I couldn't care less
You're fired

Say no more
Say no more
You're fired
Say no more
Say no more

Hey, you do this
Hey, you do that
Don't say anything
You might regret
Hey, you come here
Hey, you stand back
Don't do anything
You might regret
Because you're fired



Credits
Writer(s): Murray Jonathan Gold
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