Blues Winter of Balkan Discontent 🎶🎵🎶🎼🎶

(Verse 1) Oh, it’s January, the snow is falling down, In this lovely little Balkan town, I’m sipping coffee, feeling oh-so-fine, While I send my job apps, one at a time. (Chorus) Oh, the joy of rejection, it’s a real delight, Like a warm hug from winter, every single night, I’m Bernie in Europe, living the dream, With a stack of “no thanks” that’s bursting at the seams. (Verse 2) I’ve got my resume polished, my cover letter’s gold, But they don’t want a socialist, or so I’m told, “Thanks for applying, but we’ve found someone new,” Guess my vision for change just won’t do. (Chorus) Oh, the joy of rejection, it’s a real delight, Like a warm hug from winter, every single night, I’m Bernie in Europe, living the dream, With a stack of “no thanks” that’s bursting at the seams. (Bridge) I wander the streets, with my head held high, While the job market laughs, oh me, oh my, “Just keep on trying,” they say with a grin, But I’m starting to think I’ll never begin. (Verse 3) So here’s to the blues, in this chilly old place, Where my dreams go to die, without a trace, I’ll keep sending my apps, like a good little chap, In this NPC world, caught in a trap. (Chorus) Oh, the joy of rejection, it’s a real delight, Like a warm hug from winter, every single night, I’m Bernie in Europe, living the dream, With a stack of “no thanks” that’s bursting at the seams. (Outro) So raise a glass to January, the month of despair, With my endless job hunt, I’m a millionaire, In the currency of hope, I’m rich beyond measure, Just me and my blues, what a wonderful treasure!