One time on the seventh floor I bade farewell to the secretary
and I could have held the door open with my foot,
and shouted "I've heard that we need to talk, so talk"!
or said "I'm sorry, but you're wrong, and above all,
you haven't worked out that I'm insane! En garde, en garde!"
When I acted as a respectable man
who understands that things just happen
and a manager, a manager, fired me.
and a manager, a manager, fired me.
And I could have worn a funny hat,
challenged him to a duel and asked for a sword
or straightened my hair as though I were possessed
and scare the hell out of him, watching me, watching me.
When I accepted and embodied
the obedient gentleman who I keep within me
and a manager, a manager, fired me.
and a manager, a manager, fired me.
I obeyed him, and he fired me!
and he fired me, and he fired me, and he fired me!
And this was the end
of this fantastic old tale
that might teach children
and distract, we hope, the old.
And here ends the performance
The manager and our hero
salute you, salute you.