[Verse 1] In the shadows of the night, Jim McKee’s spirit takes flight, Whispering secrets of the trade, guiding deals to be made. Through the fog of uncertainty, his wisdom shines, a beacon of clarity, Leading salesmen to their fate, as quotas they obliterate. [Chorus] Oh, Jim McKee, your legacy lives on, In every sale, in every dawn. From coast to coast, your spirit shows, When our salesmen need help to close. [Verse 2] Across the provinces, far and wide, His ghostly hand is their guide. With his help, they reach their goals, Surpassing quotas, filling roles. In the quiet of the night, his voice a gentle, guiding light, Ensuring every deal is won, until the rising of the sun. [Bridge] Oh, spectral sage of IBM, Your spirit aids, a precious gem. From the halls of the spectral plain, Your help lifts sellers from their strain. Dispelling prospects' doubt and fear, Your whispers make the path so clear. [Chorus] Oh, Jim McKee, your legacy lives on, In every sale, in every dawn. From coast to coast, your spirit shows, When our salesmen need help to close.
