Workin' for the Man

[Lemur]

Just got a new, better job, so I'm feeling quite studly. I know lots of folks are unemployed or doing two to six part-time thing-ma-bobs, but this is the real deal. Me so happy. Sorry for anybody who's suffering in the Great Recession, but things is looking up in Casa Lemur. (And my special lady has found a petting zoo where you can manhandle lemurs. Must. Go. Soon.)

Like the song says:

Mid-level manager says he heard about
Some mulatto girl shot him in the mouth
And left him the hotel near the mid-south offices.
He worked in distribution—regional vice-president.

Collapse, unload it, pop! pop!
I must accumulate, unload it,
Pop! Pop! I must accumulate.

Well the soil was rich, competition fat
Ripe and vulnerable, oozing from the slats
And too cash-heavy, bloated, sitting there all puckered up.
Index of numbers is scrolling upscreen, scrolling up.

Smash it down to digits.
Gut it out and break it down.
Liquid assets are Seeping down, seeping down now.
Seeping down, seeping down now.