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

Punch in, punch out. Working hard I ain't never gonna stop

Punch in, punch out. Some day I'm gonna snap, crackle, pop!

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

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!