
Dear Sir,
One hundred and ten percent
I’ll go to the ends of the earth
Step up to the plate, kick arse and the such
I’ll show you just what I am worth
Sir Al, I’m a passionate sort
And business is all, in my game
There’s an opposite word for success
I can’t spell it – won’t give it a name
It’s not in my vocab you see
I’m the best you can get, always win
If winning in business is bad
Then Alan, I’m signed up to sin.
Now then, what do you want me to do?
Sell some fish, or wash pants, or make cards
No matter how silly the task
I’ll willingly go the nine yards
(Red lipstick might help, or a quirky outfit
Or a vacuous portion of business bullshit
Or some lies on my CV, some underhand games
Damn with faint praise, but never name names)
I’ll be happy with life if I win
I know that you’ll see me alright
I’ll e earning a fat wad of notes
I won’t mind if you treat me like shite
Life is short, life is hard, life goes fast
We must make of it all that we can
So what better way to feel fulfilled
Than working for you, Sir Alan
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