This is not your typical Blues.
LYRICS
Now's here's a little story about a boss who's dumb
I mean he's as dumb as bosses come
I got a little question - I really need to know
Where do they ever come from?
Have you ever worked - really worked for a fool?
I said have you ever worked - worked for one dumb fool?
Now you can grin and bear it
or take that boy to school.
Oh it's a Wacko World - bosses rule us all
It's a Wacko World - bosses rule us all
And it really is a shame now
their brains are much too small.
Now I go to work and I do my job
I pray there is a heaven
and I know there's a God
But when I'm feelin' I could
blow my stack
I take a stiff drink, 'cause
I like it like that.
Oh it's a Wacko World - angels, where are you?
I said it's a Wacko World - angels, where are you?
I need you to swoop down from the heavens
and take away my mood.
(SOLOS)
You know my bosses brain fits right on a pin
His brain is small - fits right on a pin
And if he get's any dumber
he could work in Washington!
Now he has used me up - just can't take no more
He has used me up - just can't take no more
I'm gonna' teach him a lesson
and drive him thru the floor.
Oh I'll smack him once -
better make it twice
then slug-a-dub dub him
'til he's outta' my sight.
The man's so ugly
there has to be a law
to pull out a pistol
and shoot 'em - that's all.
I don't take no crap - take me to the jail
No, I don't take no crap - take me straight to jail
You know I'm feelin' mighty mean
and tough as steel nails!
It's this Wacko World makin' me so crude
It's this Wacko World makin' me so crude
I need all 'a God's angels -
I said I need all 'a God's angels
to take away my mood!
