Bluetelle

Hello, my name is Phil Bluetelle, that's blue for for my blue collar
 I work all day and slave away to earn my daily dollar
 I know someday I'm gonna cash in all the paychecks I have earned
 And take off on my motor bike, I'll never to return
 And once I had a ranger girl, but yesterday I split with her
 So now I pass the endless hours reading scary literature
 If you need facts regarding Redwood, I'm the ranger who'll inform
 I look so handsome in my boots and green and khaki uniform
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 Punch in, punch out. Working hard I ain't never gonna stop
 Punch in, punch out. Some day I'm gonna snap, crackle, pop!
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 He kicked the ground, he always frowned, you'd never see him grinn-i-i-ing
 He spent his time a-skinning squirrels and drawing naked women
 I often heard, and hear him cry, Phil saying, "Woe is me."
 He got so bored he soon resorted to surreal poetry, yeah
 And then one night, he went a-rabid, eating muffins from Costco
 He went buck wild, and killed a child, with a state issued crossbow
 The stress of working for The Man was just too much for Phil
 He ran off in to the forest, and the gherkins turned to dill
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 Punch in, punch out. Working hard I ain't never gonna stop
 Punch in, punch out. Some day I'm gonna snap, crackle, pop!
 Slap!