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My Boss is Stupid

You oughta see my boss.  He's so stupid…

 

HOW STUPID IS HE?

 

Well.let me tell you where I'm comin' from,

My boss is downright dumb.

Degrees and titles, he's got plenty,

But common sense, man, he ain't got any.

With the facts and figures--he's a whiz,

He thinks he’s God's gift to American business.

But when it comes to people, he's an imbecile.

He's no better than a little child.

He's got a fine education and a PhD.

But that don't mean a thing to me,

 

CHORUS:  He's stupid, he’s really stupid, he's stupid, my boss is stupid.

 

Let me put it in a different way,

I'll tell you what happened just the other day.

He calls us all together for a big pow-wow,

He says, "We've got to make some changes now.

We've come up with a plan for reorganization,

Centralization and consolidation.

It was just last year we decentralized,

But that was a mistake, we now realize,

So we've got to rearrange the hierarchy,

From now on, everyone reports to me

And to ensure that the process is uniform

You all got to fill out eighteen new forms." 

 

CHORUS

 

You think your boss is stupid, let me tell you ' bout mine,

He's so stupid, it's a crime.

When the Lord was passin' out intelligence,

He passed him right by, see, the man is dense.

If I had to estimate the guy's I.Q.

I wouldn’t give him more than  an 82.

He hasn’t got a clue  what's goin' down,

He tries to compensate by bossin' you 'round.

He comes in screamin', roarin' like thunder,

I’m like, "What rock did you call out from under?" 

 

CHORUS

 

Well, I hate to tell you, but mine tops 'em all,

He combines stupidity with total gall.

You could fit his brains in your fingernail,

But his ego is bigger than a giant whale.

He throws around the jargon like a big hotshot,

But when you get down to it, he don't know squat.

Everytime around, it's the same old story,

I do the work, he gets the glory,

But the thing that really makes me jump and twitch is

I had to TRAIN the son of a bitch! 

 

CHORUS

 

 

Copyright by Paul McKenna 2015