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