Desktops smoking from the hoes you hired
Jan's boss ripping off her clothes
Cool lime highballs being drunk until wired
And dope shipped up from Mexico

Everybody knows Wild Turkey and some Michelob
Help to make the feastin' right
Wine and shots with some pie a la mode
A guy on guard to keep it tight

You hope The Man will stay away
He'd loathe the awful noise and foolishness today
Condemn the utter wild...ness on his dime
And if he came here he'd be, no doubt, unkind

And lo, the office guard's a mole in place
The snitch got funds to spy on you
You know you've been had, as he chimes to your face:
"Merry Grinch-mas to you"

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And lo, they're proffering your sev'rance pay
To rid the firm of all of you
And so you've been canned, as the spy heads your way
Bearing pink slips for you