Phil Bluetelle, Working For The Man Songtext
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Hello my name is Phil Bluetelle--that's blue for my blue collar.
I work all day and slave away to earn my daily dollar.
I know some day I'm going to cash in all the paychecks I have earned
and take off on my motorbike never to return.
And once I had a ranger girl, but yesterday I split with her.
So now I pass the endless hours reading scary literature.
If you need facts regarding redwood, I'm the ranger who'll inform.
I look so handsome in my boots and green and khaki uniform.
Punch in, punch out: Working hard, I ain't never gonna stop.
Punch in, punch out: Someday I'm gonna snap, crackle, pop!
I work all day and slave away to earn my daily dollar.
I know some day I'm going to cash in all the paychecks I have earned
and take off on my motorbike never to return.
And once I had a ranger girl, but yesterday I split with her.
So now I pass the endless hours reading scary literature.
If you need facts regarding redwood, I'm the ranger who'll inform.
I look so handsome in my boots and green and khaki uniform.
Punch in, punch out: Working hard, I ain't never gonna stop.
Punch in, punch out: Someday I'm gonna snap, crackle, pop!
He kicked the ground, he always frowned, you'd never see him grinning.
He spent his time a-skinning squirrels and drawing naked women.
I often heard--you hear him cry--Phil saying, "Woe is me."
He got so bored he soon resorted to surreal poetry.
Then one night he went rabid eating muffins from Costco.
He went butt-wild and killed a child with a state-issued crossbow.
The stress of working for the man was just too much for Phil.
He ran off in the forest and our gherkins turned to dill
He spent his time a-skinning squirrels and drawing naked women.
I often heard--you hear him cry--Phil saying, "Woe is me."
He got so bored he soon resorted to surreal poetry.
Then one night he went rabid eating muffins from Costco.
He went butt-wild and killed a child with a state-issued crossbow.
The stress of working for the man was just too much for Phil.
He ran off in the forest and our gherkins turned to dill
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