Sycophants Lyrics

Bob Weaver picks out his tailor-made

Looks at his watch it's getting late

He's at his desk now doing fine

He'll make the meeting just in time

Walking by the Big's not on the way

He'll make this detour every day

Good morning how ya doin' I'm fine take care

Got to score some points hey all is fair

I can't breathe where the hot air blows

I can't smell with brown on my nose

I won't turn and drop my pants

And I will not dance with the sycophants

Mr. Weaver Mr. Big is on the phone

He wants to see you all alone

Thank you hon' tell him that is fine

I'm glad my shoes have that killer shine

Bob walks in he takes a chair

Sits down leans back to check his hair

Good job good work says Mr. Big

Bob Weaver sure can play that corporate gig

I can't breathe where hot air blows

I can't smell with brown on my nose

I won't turn and drop my pants

And I will not dance with sycophants

I can't breathe where hot air blows (Where the hot air blows)

I can't smell with brown on my nose (With brown on my nose)

I won't turn and drop my pants (I won't drop my pants)

And I will not dance with the sycophants

I can't breathe where hot air blows (Where the hot air blows)

I can't smell with brown on my nose (With brown on my nose)

I won't turn and drop my pants (I won't drop my pants)

And I will not dance with the sycophants

I can't breathe where

I can't smell with

I won't turn and drop my pants (I won't drop my pants)

And I will not dance with the sycophants (No no no no no no no no)

Can't dance with the sycophants

Can't dance with the sycophants

No no

Can't dance with the sycophants

Can't dance with the sycophants

No no