🎤 THE FURP 🎤 (Fast-paced rock or hip-hop rhythm) [Verse 1] He’s The FURP chompin through steel, Six-hangar kingdom, rooting out evil PMs scatter like birds on the wire, Whiteboards shaking, he’s breathing fire. "Where’s your plan? Where’s the scope?" "Why’s your milestone still a joke?" Every meeting’s twenty minutes too long, He’s asking questions "That dont belong". [Hook] The FURP! He’s comin’ hot, not pullin’ back, Planes on deck, he’s on the attack. The FURP! Chasin’ change like a runaway train, “Look at Power BI, To explain that pain.” [Verse 2] PMs roll their eyes, write their truth on the stall: "The FURP’s the reason we all might fall." But he’s got another jet inbound from the gate— Says, “No job too big, let’s elevate!” He’s barking from the floor, eyes on the span, Says, “Don’t tell me you can’t, just show me the plan.” The FURP! Chasing chaos with a grin and a chart, He’s not for the weak, he’s project art. “Brian, Brian, don’t resist the flow— We’re changing the game, let the old way go. Whiteboards talk and data don’t lie, We’re not slowing down, we’re learning to fly!” The FURP! Yeah, he’s loud, yeah, he’s tough, But under the bark, he’s callin’ your bluff. The FURP! You can laugh, you can stall, But deep down you know—he’s the rise, not the fall. [
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