The corporate BigBoy
Bribed me with a
Sport Utility Vehicle
Sure, I can drive around on Sundays
And impress the chicks
At the Laundromat
But for sixty, seventy hours a week
I have no will of my own
I'm just a spineless snake-oiled salesman
With a vicious appetite for
Dupes
The kind of guy even I don't want to a**ociate with.
But if I quit
There's alimony and child support and—
Oh, hell
Excuse me, but I've got to make some more cold calls.