Executive Decision
Executive decision
I ain't an executive and I'll tell you why
Cause I couldn't wear no suit and tie
Give me my Stetson and my cowboy shirt
My wore out blue jeans all covered in dirt
Put me in a board room
It would spell doom
I'd act real threatful
Then pull out my pistol
Then I'd cock back the hammer
And pull on the trigger
I'd scream and laugh and act real cuckoo
and let someone else clean up the poo
By Mike Francis
Copyright © Mike Francis | Year Posted 2011
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