Ghost payrollers, part 2
A civil servant drove to work one dark and windy day
He stopped his van for coffee as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of happy folks he spied
Looking well-fed and well-rested, driving cross the ragged skies

Yippee i yay Yippee i yo
Ghost payrollers in the sky

Their shoes were Bruno Magli and their clothes were Hugo Boss
They held titanium golf clubs with their monograms across
A bolt of envy went through him as they roared across the sky
behind the wheels of Porsches… and he heard their joyous cry

Yippee i yay Yippee i yo
Ghost payrollers in the sky.

Their faces tanned, their hands were soft, their hair was trimmed and neat
They showed no sign of stress or fear from deadlines they must meet
Their mouths were twisted up with scorn, as the working class they spied
From the comfort of their Beemers way up high in carefree skies

Yippee i yay Yippee i yo
Ghost payrollers in the sky.

A ghost payroller called out his name as he walked back to his van
If you want to save your soul from hell a-workin’ for the man
Just make a friend at City Hall and no longer be a clerk
All you need’s a made-up job title and a paycheck for no work

Yippee i yay Yippee i yo
Ghost payrollers in the sky.
Ghost payrollers in the sky.
Ghost payrollers in the sky.
- posted by Diane @ 1:45 PM