Yesterday at lunchtime, waving my hand,
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the boss flew away with the whole family
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to the Maldives.
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I only stepped over the threshold -
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in a long-noted stall
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someone was running.
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Today since morning
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with a huge frown
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cold beer
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everyone knocks out a wedge with a wedge,
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and by nine in the morning alone,
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like an idiot I went to work!
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But yesterday only half an hour,
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and our office cannot be recognized:
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solid macho!
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Everyone at the director's table,
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diligently poking a knife
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in canned sprats,
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swore to each other that in the morning,
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no matter how the head hurts,
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they'll jump at eight!
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Yes, it is clear that "Vizin" has ended,
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and by nine in the morning alone,
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like an idiot, I went to work.
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CHORUS:
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Thank the liver for everything
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for my well-being
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thanks liver!
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for will, courage and become
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(look for another one!)
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thanks liver.
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When everyone has a wild hangover
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faces as if branded
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marked in the morning
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I pronounce like a spell for the hundredth time:
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thanks liver!
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The chief accountant hugged the driver,
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and he poured himself all the time
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stupid courier.
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He told him: "Don't drink!
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After all, tomorrow is a working day!”
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And he: “Yes, what are you!”.
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And they both drank until the morning,
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and from sausages peel
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in the keyboard.
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Now the courier, like a pancake,
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and by nine in the morning alone,
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like an idiot, I went to work.
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So that transmission does not happen,
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the guard is still a snitch,
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chief's fellow student
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drunk was cruelly in the trash,
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and slept, bent in half,
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giving a hiccup.
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The sales manager sang something
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but you can see the planning department
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didn't know the chorus.
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Even the sysadmin got drunk
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and by nine in the morning alone,
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like an idiot, I went to work.
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THE CHORUS IS THE SAME.
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Well, who came up with this shame:
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arrange on Thursdays
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corporate parties?
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It would be Friday - then
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another thing. |
After all, always
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followed by Saturday.
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I'll break away on Monday
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and I'm not at all afraid
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for perspectives.
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I'll burn all the gasoline on purpose
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and by nine in the morning alone
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To spite all of you, I won't go to work!
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CHORUS AGAIN. |