The boss is the boss

The boss is the boss And that’s why he’s the boss Not you, not me, not Johnny nor Brutus That’s what I learned when I read Confucius He knows what he does and he does what he knows Even when it rains even when it snows He’s here every day, running the show No more holiday, he doesn’t blow. We’re all loyal and dedicated For sure we expect to be vindicated When victory comes, we will all share Bask in the glory of still being there The traitors have left, the quitters are done Only the warriors keep answerin’ the phone When the boss asks, shouting « semper fi » We’re here for each other, on the melody It’s easy to criticise, it’s easy to mock Easy to laugh and easy to duck But the job’s the job, whatever you need To do must be done, to secure the deed. Now you might call me too optimistic Unrealistic , if you’re a fuckin’ skeptic If you do believe all them short sellers We’re heading for the cliff , jeered by the jesters But it don’t matter, don’t move a feather We’re all united , it’s now or never We’ll fight to the death, like the Spartans did Winning or losing , a memory splendid With the boss at the helm, with the teams around , We will never let them hordes take our ground We’ll always stand still and laugh in the sun Blast the enemy with our blazin’ gun It’s too late to doubt , it’s too late to shout The lifeboats have left anyway, the last bout So if you feel down, or a bit in despair Listen to my song , and be strong and fair! (Never stop. Never. We die on this hill. Or we survive. Either way, we live forever.)