So your job is just a crock, all day you watch the clock
Waiting for the day to end you can’t take anymore
Jack it in is what we say if you can really get creative
You can get your stupid boss to kick you out the door

Got a grudge? We’re here, every dumb, bad idea
Good, bad or evil dead, we’re the voices in your head
You’re a wuss who won’t quit, so we’re gonna fix it
When you’re bored we’ll get to work and help you be a big jerk

We’re gonna get you fired
‘Cause it’s what you’re wishin’ so we’re on a mission
We’re gonna get you fired
And though it’s subconscious that’s enough to launch us

Be a rebel break a rule, tell the MD he’s a tool
Wallpaper your cubicle and say it’s feng shiu
Get drunk, be a crook, stalk your boss on Facebook
Download porn or moon at your P.A

Smoke weed, pole dance, go to work in just your pants
Cover someone’s seat with jam, send them your Viagra spam
Take long toilet breaks, bake your boss some hash cakes
Don’t be shy, make ‘em pay, this’ll be your last day

We’re gonna get you fired
And we only taunt you ‘cause you know you want to
We’re gonna get you fired
Gonna make you rock up with a major cock-up

Eat a rat for a laugh, try to saw your desk in half
Wear chaps, speak in verse, scream at your customers
Call in sick every day, sell your job on eBay
Stack folders really tall, try to build a Berlin Wall

Try to fake your own death, kill with your garlic breath
Sleep all day, breed ants, dig up all the pot plants
Let rip, just enjoy, see what else you can destroy
And when it’s a big mess, blame it on the work stress

We’re gonna get you fired
Many ways to stick one to the man just pick one
We’re gonna get you fired
So don’t get frustrated work is overrated

Shag all the cleaners, issue fake subpoenas
Don’t stop tweeting, sing off-key through meetings
Wrap your boss in bubblewrap, pour your coffee in his lap
Hide the phones then blame it on lizardmen
Make a booty call, weld your PC to the wall
Man alive, you can strive to get your P45

We’re gonna get you fired
‘Cause we always nail you when your senses fail you
We’re gonna get you fired
We just love to mess ya’ when you’re under pressure

Blow up the fax machine, tell people you’re Wolverine
Don’t wash all week, then say it’s Tramp Chic
Bake your In-Tray in a pie, say that you’re a Russian spy
You could put the blame on us, but you’ll feel ridiculous

Shouldn’t let yourself be led by the voices in your head
We were just joking mate, oh whoops, too late
Everybody’s watching you, what the heck did you just do?
Holy Moses here they come, looks like you’re in trouble chum!

We went and got you fired
Hell, you didn’t need ‘em so enjoy your freedom
We went and got you fired
Now you’re unemployed, got to fill the void, the void, the void, you’re unemployed, oh boy, oh joy….

**Repeat choruses until boredom sets in ;^) **