Whatchoo' talking bout Willis?
Today I came in forty-five minutes late...
and now it's ten-thirty, I still can't see straight.
I look in the mirror, and quietly say,
"my eyes are so red, I could guide Santa's sleigh"
Thank god my two bosses are off on vacation,
or I'd have to start looking for a new occupation.
They'd take one good look at me
they'd cringe and they'd gasp,
at the strong stench of liquor, and unbearable gas.
I have so much work to do,
One more night like this,
and I'll be in 'in-patient'
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