Call Security 2012 Robert George BMI
I was doin maintenance on the air ducts
When the boss man called me in
He said corprate funds were low, he hadda let me go
And he said it with a grin
Well, that pinhead made me lose my temper
And his pasty face turned red
Yeah, he almost stained his pants, and then his shaky hand
Hit the intercom and said
call security
This guys blown his top
Have em get here right quick,
Bring the mace and night stick
Rough him up n cuff him up
Then we might need the cops
Drop your sconegrab the phone
And call security
Well, the guards were just his scrawny nephew
And his moron son-in-law
When they tried to toss me out, two good punchesthey went down
Like they were made of straw
So the boss man fired both those bozos
Now I do their jobs myself
And my uniform looks cool, I sit there on a stool
But I kick ass when someone yells
call security
This guys blown his top
Get here on the double,
Cos there might be trouble
Rough him up n cuff him up
Then we might need the cops
Drop your sconegrab the phone
And call security
It turned out the boss man was a crook
He was cookin all the corprate books
When they busted him he flipped his lid
Had a melt down and then threw a fit
And it damn sure made my day
When the new guy hadda say
call security
This guys blown his top
Have em get here right quick,
Bring the mace and night stick
Rough him up n cuff him up
And then well need the cops
Drop your sconegrab the phone
And call security
