Can you tell me what it takes
To get escorted from this place
I'll clean out my desk with a smile
Across my face..........oh yeah

I need a permanent getaway
I can't work another day
On a conference call
But my mind is miles away..........at the beach

I don't want the company car
Just wanna move my office down to the bar

I hope I get fired cause I ain't a quitter
I'm getting' old and I'm gettin' bitter
The daily grind has fried my mind
Now I've gotta leave this life behind.................so
I wanna get canned cause I'm goin' crazy
I'm not a loser and I'm not lazy
But man this place can be so dull
So I'm gonna burn my cubicle cause
I'm gettin' old and I'm gettin' bitter
I hope I get fired cause I ain't a quitter

I always come in late
And make my way home early
I hate my boss
And I know that he is surely...........tired of me

Tell payroll to mail my check
I'll be sippin' a cold one out on the deck

Repeat Chorus

Wish they'd hand me a pink slip
Or Throw me under the bus
Maybe someday they'll give me the axe
I promise I won't make a fuss