Wise Up

Into the office you walk Talking the talk Thinking you are Mr Perfect But in reality you are a ship wreck Suit and booted all the way With an attitude like an ashtray Justifying your terrible service When inside you must be nervous In my domain, you now stand Wise up! Or you will crash land Whilst you are washing ashore I will stand there and applaud No more Mr Perfect Your are a now a reject Goodbye Mr perfect Go find some self respect