recipe for success
Well the boss-man said, “We got a problem.”
They found him dead. They got rid of one.
Found a man who said, “We got a challenge.”
He was made the head of the division of fun.
But whatchya gonna do when you lose the problem?
Whatchya gonna do when the challenge is done?
Whatchya gonna do when the computers stop sparking?
Whatchya gonna do to manufacture fun?
We’re gonna mash the potatoes, smash the peas.
Make the bad guys say, “Pretty please.”
Grind the meat, butter the bread.
Chase every wicked thought clear out of our heads.
And when we’re all through with our toil.
We’re gonna watch a pot to see if it boils.
But whatchya gonna do if the pot don’t boil?
Whatchya gonna do to chalk up a win?
Whatchya gonna do if the water dries up
Before your mojo starts to kick in?
We’re gonna dice the carrots, fillet the fish.
Drink every beer that we missed.
Shell the nuts, husk the corn.
Thank our lucky stars that we were born.
And when we’ve skipped the rope and do si do,
We’re gonna say, “Hey Joe, wadda you know?”
But whatchya gonna do if Joe don’t know?
Whatchya gonna do if Joe is following his nose
Right to the boardroom trying to show
That there is something that he knows?
We’re gonna follow Joe, he’s a man on the move.
There ain’t no problem he can’t lose.
We’re gonna capture him with a gill net,
Reel him in and make him president.
Then we’ll clap our hands, make our bows,
Read chapter and verse and take our vows.