Mr. Blessington’s Imperialist Plot (DANCEHALLHORNSOUND!!!! Remix)
[Lady Gaga (Astronautalis)]
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh
(They ain't ready for this one)
Po-po-po-poker face (This ain't a fuckin' love song), po-po-poker face
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh
Po-po-po-poker face, po-po-poker face
(ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR)
(Fucking fire!)
Pretty Patricia was a nervous wreck
Deadened by the Darvocet
Furnished by a charlatan
Posing as a pharmacist
Propped behind a pearly desk
She hoists the phone with burdened breath
And hands she holds for reasons wanton
As the whirling dervish dance
This is just the receptionist
The skeletons and hallowed halls
Outnumber every worker bee buzzing right through this honeycomb
I am a lonely drone
With a notepad and a picture phone
Whose nectar is a collection of transgressions and subversive flaws
Darrell's darling carries all of HR on his back
Can only hide Gisette because the fetish waftings of croquettes
Well Mrs. Darla’s down the hall
She keeps a watchful eye
It's on accounts receivable
Leaving her blind to the concubine
Lady Darla’s not the cleanest
Grape inside the crops
She keeps her eyes inside accountants
As she skims right off the top
Her saccharine little skins of cream
She sneaks out in her hosiery
Til hopefully she pumps the petty plunder in the slots, ha
Every now and then
The best laid plans of mice and men
Fall apart at hands
Of... I can't remember the verse
You can take this fucking job and shove it
You can take this fucking job and shove it
You can take this fucking job and find someone who's more qualified for it
[Verse 2]
She was so outwardly nonpareil
I was enraptured by the act
Of cracking her seamless shell
Catching Esteban with hand in his till is muy facil
This girl's skills surpass the run of the mill
We command with abandon the plot
Take what he got
Setting up shop with a cloud 8 view at the top
But everybody’s got bones
Hers are harder to spot
With her appointments pinned down and her hair done up
I devote everything that I’ve got
To stalking this fox
There's got to be a blotch up on her porcelain plot
That’s where I slipped up
Lost in her wash
She doubled back upon her tracks and she caught me off guard
She’s impossibly smart
I am defeated at my own game
Caught me collecting dirt
To blackmail them for my own gain
A tower made of dirt
Is just a castle built from glass
Packing a pocket full of stones until the last one's cast
Collecting so much dirt
That I was buried down alive
Slaving in this basement
Until the day that I die
Slaving in this basement
Until the day that I die
Slaving in this basement
Until I
You can take this fucking job and shove it
You can take this fucking job and shove it
You can take this fucking job and... well...
Post it in an ad on monster.com and fill it with the most qualified candidates
And give 'em a goddamn dental plan or something