The Frustrated Prince of Bel-Air

Now this is the story all about how

I flipped out and gunned people down

And now I’m wanting you to stay right there

I’ll tell you why I’m waving a gun in the air.

 

In west Philadelphia born and raised

An office cubicle’s where I spend most of my days

Stressing out, faxing, using PowerPoint tools,

And setting up Outlook’s junk mail rules

When the boss walks in, things do not look good,

He comes round to my desk, clearly in a bad mood

I tell him “things are all right”, but he doesn’t care

He says I’m being relocated to our office in Bel-air.

 

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

I told the driver to head over here

Stopped for a Mach-11 when nearly there

And I thought this is the day people will finally care.

 

I got into the office about seven or eight

And I shouted to them all about my fate

While giving them a menacing stare

And gunned down the members of the office in Bel-Air

 

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Posted on 23/08/2011, in Lyrics and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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