
King of the hill
Lord of the land
This is the place
I'm making a stand
No more bag lunches
Nor will I beg
I'm now in charge
Or I'll bite your leg!
I'll sit up front
where I'll have a view
I'll speak when I want
without orders from you
I'll be my best friend
no more to be yours
And I'll sleep inside
you get the outdoors
Now you fetch the paper
my slippers and beer
Roles are reversed
things are changing around here!




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