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Written July 27, 2005
20 years ago at work I fell off a ladder
Landed on my leg and felt it shatter
I won a lawsuit – it paid my bills
But half that time I wish that I’d been killed
Everything changed – my world turned black
Whole goddamn year I’m having panic attacks
We became poor – we hit the skids
I almost lost my wife and my three kids
CHORUS
Hey there Piero – if you’re listening to this
Thanks for nothing you son of a bitch
You ain’t my boss – you ain’t my friend
And I hope I never see your sorry ass again
I’m a good husband – I’m a good dad
Best employee you ever had
You hired my kids – treated them like shit too
You made my oldest clean your driveway for you
(ain’t no lollipop stick up my ass)
Well I – I worked in heat, I worked in cold
I was a good dog – did everything I was told
Senority don’t mean that much today
You had to lay me off anyway
CHORUS
MIDDLE EIGHT:
Gave me my job back, guess you realized
Getting rid of good people ain’t all that wise
I took your pay cut, took a deep breath
Went back to being worked to death
Hey there Piero, you know this Thursday
It’s gonna be 62nd birthday
Guess I got you by the short and curlies
My union says I can retire early
I was your company’s soul and heart
Without me your company will fall apart
I’ll be out in Montana huntin’ some deer
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Thankin’ God I ain’t never gonna have to spend another day here
CHORUS
Hey there Piero – if you’re listening to this
Thanks for nothing you son of a bitch
You ain’t my boss – you ain’t my friend
And pray that I don’t try to sue your sorry ass again
Words and Music ©2006 Anthony Volpe