Q-U-I-T
I have been unhappy at my current job for some time. Simple requests are met with ignorance and incompetence and office conversation swings readily towards racist, sexist and offensive views. I won’t go into details right now, but I just ended it. And so, I present this, with apologies to Nat King Cole…
Q-U-I-T
Q is for the questionable things you do
U is for the way you used me too
I deserve a role that’s incredible
T means it’s time to go, I aint coming back, no no no…
“I quit,” is all that I can say to you
This company and I are through
‘Cause I know I can make it
Finally be happy and not just fake it
I quit, I’m leaving, fuck you.
<whistle solo>
Q is for the questionable things you do
U is for the way you used me too
I deserve a role that’s incredible
T means it’s time to go, I aint coming back, no no no…
“I quit,” is all that I can say to you
This company and I are through
‘Cause I know I can make it
Finally be happy and not just fake it
I quit, I’m leaving, fuck you.
I quit, I’m leaving, fuck you.
I quit, I’m leaving, fuck you.
(For those who missed it, this is to the tune L-O-V-E made famous by Nat King Cole. Do yourself a favour and listen to it here. For those who want to sing along, you can also hear a cool little acoustic version without lyrics here.)
Onwards and upwards, my friend. Looking forward to the next song on the Best of Warlach album!
Hahaha, I might actually try that idea Gavin. Maybe I could team up with Meatloaf…
To be followed up with a cover of Stiff Little Fingers ‘I Don’t Like You’
If I thought you could find a way
I would tell you to go get lost
But why ask you to pay attention
When your brain can’t stand the cost?
Look at you and the state you’re in
Next to you even a brick is thin
Chorus:
You oughtta scratch from the human race
You are a waste of a name
A waste of time and a waste of space
You’ve only one claim to fame
I don’t like you
If a thought came into your head
It would die of loneliness
You rate absolute zero
No more, not even less
Look at you, oh what a state
Next to you short planks are underweight
(Chorus)
Annoyed annoyed, no I’m not paranoid
Cos that would mean I’d have to care
And then I couldn’t be annoyed
You don’t entertain ideas
You simply bore them
You couldn’t find your feet
If you were looking for them
Looking at you is hard for me
Next to you is nowhere to be
(Chorus)