WHAT SONG DESCRIBE YOU BOSS? FOR ME IT WILL BE DUMB GIRL BY RUN D.M.C.

DUMB GIRL
DUMB WITH A CAPITAL D
DUMB GIRL
STUPID AS CAN BE

WHEN I FIRST STARTED MY JOB SHE WAS ASKING ME HOW TO FILL OUT PAPERWORK FOR HOUSECALLS THAT I WILL BE DOING AND SHE'S BEEN WITH THE COMPANY FOR 16 YEARS!

"You never give me your money" - the beatles.

"polythene pam" - the beatles.

oh okay, i'm just listening to Abbey Road.

"That's Just my Baby Daddy"

"Asshole" - Denis Leary

reminds me of my job kinda....




Keep the Customer Satisfied
Simon & Garfunkel



Gee but it's great to be back home
Home is where I want to be.
I've been on the road so long my friend,
And if you came along
I know you couldn't disagree.

CHORUS
It's the same old story
Everywhere I go,
I get slandered,
Libeled,
I hear words I never heard
In the Bible
And I'm on step ahead of the shoe shine
Two steps away from the county line
Just trying to keep my customers satisfied,
Satisfied.

Deputy Sheriff said to me
Tell me what you come here for, boy.
You better get your bags and flee.
You're in trouble boy,
And you're heading into more.

theVelvetRoper said:

THUNDER THIGHS
by Ted Nugent

Yeaahhh!!
I don't know where she come from
It must be some distant land
From a major city that's got no pity
She been lookin' for her man
Lo and behold, she's an overload
What a sight to see
I'm gonna run for cover, I can hear her thunder
She's comin' after me!

Thunder Thighs
Thunder Thighs
She's only five foot four, thank God no more
It's an even 185
A lovely lady, a graceful lady
She could eat this man alive
Likes to rock and roll, but got no control
When she sits down to a meal
The big legged woman ain't got no soul
This little girl's just unreal

Thunder Thighs
What'd I say
Thunder Thighs
Come on baby
Thunder Thighs
She's big, she's bouncy
Thunder Thighs
Hey, hey, heeeyyy!
Come on baby
Sweat!
Look out!
Heeyyyy!
Here she comes,
I can hear her
Here she comes,
I can smell her
Here she comes,
Gonna knock me down
Come on baby
Come on baby, let's dance
Thunder Thighs
Thunder Thighs
Thunder Thighs
Heeeyyy!

Here I stand a shattered man,
A poor dog on the run
Well I must confess, she's dangerous
But we sure do have our fun
She sets me free when she sits on me
Takes my breath away
Well, a big legged woman ain't got no soul
At least that's what they say

Thunder Thighs
Thunder Thighs
Thunder Thighs
She's big
Thunder Thighs
She got a big leg
Thunder Thighs
Big lady
Thunder Thighs
No, no, wait a minute darling
Wait, wait a minute baby
Don't sit on me
Don't sit on me
You can do anything,
But don't sit on me
Bitch!
Uhhh!



Okay, not really, but maybe someone else can relate to this one.

I just got a so-called promotion with NO RAISE in pay. I'm now doing the work of TWO people for no extra money!! How perfect is that!???

This one goes out to Eric Lawrence and Mark and Collette Jacobs...




"Frankly, Mr. Shankly" by The Smiths


Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position Ive held
it pays my way, but it corrodes my soul
I want to leave you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history

Frankly, Mr Shankly, Im a sickening wreck
Ive got the 21st Century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history

Fame, Fame, fatal Fame
it can play hideous tricks on the brain
but still I rather be Famous
than righteous or holy, any day

but sometimes Id feel more fulfilled
making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to Live and I want to Love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of

Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held
it pays my way and it corrodes my soul
oh, I didnt realise that you wrote poetry
(I didnt realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry)

Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask
you are a flatulent pain the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
but still, I must speck frankly, Mr Shankly

May a dog's colon be familar with the warmth of your breath.