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To the tune of the Venga Boys, "Boom Boom Boom, I want You In My Room":
JOB, JOB, JOB
I really want a job
Working (to) make a living
And filling wastes of time
NO LUCK YET
Oh agency, fuck off
You said that you would ring me
But haven't fucking yet
WITH-NAI-L
And the "I" from the famous film
I now live out your lifestyle
And feel perfectly vile.
Well, it's not that bad, I suppose, but for fuck's sake, I got beaten to a job where the other interviewees were a compulsive-shiverer who hadn't washed his hair for a year and some bloke who said his life's hero was "Neil Diamunnnd" (he said it like that). |
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