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YESLER WAY,
That's where I spent most of yesterday,
Drinking whiskey, rum and chardonnay,
Oh, I got soused on YESLER WAY.
Bankruptcy,
That is why the firm just fired me,
There were quirks in my accountancy,
Oh can't you see the irony?
If the forms had cleared, they'd
have cheered,
And raised my pay,
But the IRS thought much less
Of me than they. . .
YESLER WAY,
Sitting, sulking in a small café,
Think I'll order up a tall latté
And work upon my resumé
Yeah, they cut my throat, to
promote
My protégé,
Now that little slob has my job
While I turn gray.
I must say,
I like my office in this small café,
Got my laptop and my black beret,
I'm unemployed on YESLER WAY...
Mmmmmmm...
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