Whenever I see one of those slick dicks
in business class
Dressed to impress the hole
of the corporate ass

I wonder how much of the pay is in the sling around
the neck and how much
is in knowing the vocabulary
of Return On Investment and such

Will that constant talk about numbers ever bring you down
Slick? Will it make you cry
when you realise that you’re also a part of the margin
and that a company will never really fly

Only birds do. High up in the sky were they rumble roll and wonder
About the miracles of life
and the sickening line-up of mumbling speeches in the board room
just doesn’t have that spice

So, slickety slick. Move in. I have the seat in the aisle
You go to the window,
take a peek at the clouds and the acres below. That green way down there aint cash
but it’s more of an asset than all the doe you will ever know

It’s a pity that slick dick is me. The tie too tight and a seat in the aisle.
Always rushing always chasing
some long lost dream that could have been caught any time if only I had known.

That it takes slowing down not racing