Sweet Promotion
Sweet promotion

I work here everyday and all night
The boss comes in, I try to be polite
He's calling my name, am I getting this clear?
This better be it, I bin working all year

The last fifty times it was just a torment
This is it, I can finally pay my late rent
This is good news, No more minimum wage
That's good, my mums house is dying of old age

Sweet promotion
Sweet promotion

I think it's 'bout time I got my own car
No more hiding all my money in a pickle jar
I can fin'lly afford Kentucky Fried
And maybe even some chips on the side
Promotion

I walk out the mail room to find a huge crowd,
All my co-workers, it's me that they're around
The boss starts a-laughing, he tells me I'm fired
Fine, I'm only thirteen but it is time I retired