Mr Manager

You know that

work is foul

When your buzzing

to be on the sick

A weekly allowance

of £96

Is all you get

to survive

if rather have

little income

Than have you pretending

to be my chum

Now that I’m exposing

your ways

I don’t care about

not having pay

Oi Mr manager

Stop create a bad atmosphere

Stop manipulating

It’s really aggravating

Because I’m done

I’m sick

I’m done

I’m sick

I’m done

I’m sick

Of you

Breathing down my neck

Watching all my moves

Slacking on the job

Your pervert way just proves

Climb the greasy pole

Job progression, new horizon

Arse licking takes its toll

Job progression on a roll

Oi Mr manager

Stop create a bad atmosphere

Stop manipulating

It’s really aggravating

Because I’m done

I’m sick

I’m done

I’m sick

I’m done

I’m sick

Of you

I’m not scared

anymore

This job

Is now a chore

Being walked over

I won’t allow

I’m coming of this

being proud

Oi mr manager

poor excuse

of a manager

Your jealousy

is a bad trade

Get a life

Instead of projecting hate

Oi Oi Mr manager

You create a bad atmosphere

Stop manipulating

It’s really aggravating

Because I’m done

I’m sick

I’m done

I’m sick

I’m done

I’m sick

Of you