The Corporation Problem |
The boss said, "It belongs to me
The world owes me a living see
The profit's mine I do decree
I worked to build this company
And you are just a little flea
I am the boss, You work for me
I am class A, You are class — Z
Entitled to it all that's me
I wish that you would work for free
I'm worth a million, You're worth — three
Or less than that — just one rupee
Are America's Wealthy Too Powerful |
Then go fetch me a cup of tea
You serfs respect my dynasty
Oh just bow down and worship — me
Don't think that it's hypocrisy
It's biz'ness aristocracy
Entitlement, it's A-B-C
You get the crumbs, I drink Chablis"