There's a guy at my work Really hard to know
Gotta' put up with him Just to make your dough
He can only feel big When he puts you down
He thinks he's somebody In this nobody town
He's the king of chumpsville Really nothing special
Doesn't care if he's hated Wants you to get intimidated
Yells at you and me Says to go faster
When I know he is just A pricked faced bastard
Likes to tell me I'm so weird
As he says it I can smell his fear
Always tries to say things To put me down
I keep right on smiling While he keeps his frown
He's the king of chumpsville Really nothing special
Doesn't care if he's hated Wants you to get intimidated
Yells at me Says to go faster
When I know he is just A pricke