Handleman's Revenge

They named that goddamn kiss-ass Handleman

Vice President of Human Resources or something

He stood up and made a speech about how

We would all have to work even harder now

I thought, Harder now, harder at what?

I would give up anything to get up and walk out of here, but

I'm stuck on the corner of sanity and madness

I'm looking them over, I can't see a difference

Making money out of paper, making paper out of trees

We're making so much money we can hardly breathe

You ought to hear the shit that I get from my daughtеr

She says that she can't stand the sight of thе car I bought her

I ruined her life forever, she don't ride a ragtop

Her and her mother spend my money pretty much nonstop

They're trying to break me for the sake of the neighborhood

They want everybody up and down the street to think we're doing good

We're stuck on the corner of sanity and madness

Looking them over, I can't see a difference

Making money out of paper, making paper out of trees

We're making so much money we can hardly breathe

I didn't even want to study economics

My parents made me because they said it would be practical

I can't make my kid do a goddamn thing I tell him to

That kid's an unrepentant radical

He is as unimpressed by these plaques in my cubicle

As I am secretly impressed with his ability

To look at everything so completely irresponsibly

I'm stuck on the corner of sanity and madness

I'm looking them over, I can't see a difference

We're making money out of paper, making paper out of trees

We're making so much money we can hardly breathe

You know now I have to call that little pecker Mr. Handleman

Drove home from work as mad as I had ever been

And then I nearly jerked that kid out of a drive-thru window

He said Will that be everything? I said Hey, what would you know?

You're looking at a man about to buy his kid a ragtop

What are you driving, a bicycle, you little punk?

I'm stuck on the corner of sanity and madness

I'm looking them over, I can't see a difference

We're making money out of paper, making paper out of trees

We're making so much money we can hardly breathe

We're making so much money we can hardly breathe

We're making so much money we can hardly breathe