[Verse 1: Ska male lead, belted, fast offbeat guitar] Nine o'clock on a Monday and the coffee's gone cold Forty slides on my laptop and the room's half full Quarterly review and I'm the first one up Got a tie on my neck and a shake in my cup Then a bell starts ringin' from the ceiling to the floor Lights are flashin' red on every hallway door Somebody yells fire and the room goes wild And I close my laptop and I start to smile [Pre-Chorus: Ska male lead, offbeat guitar] Grab your coat and grab your mug Leave the screen and kill the plug [Chorus: Ska male lead, full force, bright brass] Everybody out, leave it all inside The slides and the charts and the targets you denied Down the stairs and out the door and through the parkin' lot Everybody out, leave it all inside [Verse 2: Ska male lead, belted, bouncing bass] Four hundred people in the drizzle by the cars Warehouse guys and lawyers and the interns and the stars Then the rain quits fallin' and the sun comes through And the taco truck rolls over like it knew what to do Somebody's car is playin' somethin' loud and fast Accounting's doin' footwork with the shippin' staff Linda from HR's got her heels in her hand And the janitor is leadin' like a one-man band [Chorus: Ska male lead, full force, bright brass] Everybody out, leave it all inside The slides and the charts and the targets you denied Down the stairs and out the door and through the parkin' lot Everybody out, leave it all inside [Bridge: Ska male lead, horns lay out, then the horn blast] Fire marshal walks around at a quarter to noon Says there ain't no fire, not a spark in the room Everybody's lookin' left and everybody's lookin' round Then Mister Pruitt raises up his hand without a sound [Verse 3: Ska male lead, belted, fast offbeat guitar] He said I've sat through ninety of these meetings in my life I hate the slides, I hate the charts, I hate 'em more than my wife's Meatloaf on a Tuesday, and that's sayin' somethin', man So I pulled the lever and I got a better plan From now on every quarter we're out here in the lot Taco truck and loud music and whatever else we got And the whole lot cheered and the horns came in And I never showed a single slide again [Chorus: Ska male lead, full force, bright brass] Everybody out, leave it all inside The slides and the charts and the targets you denied Down the stairs and out the door and through the parkin' lot Everybody out, leave it all inside [End]
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