There were nerds at the table, my nerves felt more stable
As i walked in to the interview
Despite an open work couch, we walked to his office
I was humble and honest, had only entered few
There was nothing canned of what i brought, i told the man what i thought
And when i walked to the open window he said, “get used to the view.”
Well, right then and there, they offered me the money
They said the nephew ran things, a man they called mr. lucky
I shook their hands and left, wept at my new paycheck
And descending from the elevated floor, more and more, i said
I’m the man, i’m the man
I rock so hard, i’ll make tons of money
I’m the man, i’m the man
I rock so hard, i’ll make tons of money
A few weeks of meetings inside a shiny glass case
Until the fortunate son had made his entrance in haste
I saw him through the glass wall, and of course, i am tall
But he was short and understated, i didn’t understand
I saw him peeking out from behind the catered lunch
Then i saw the look in his eyes, and i had more than a hunch
This man was the real deal, he opened all the seals
He couldn’t be held back, he had a talent for feels
And then he burst into the meeting, he was stinking of gin
And he proceeded to lie on the table
And tell us it was an exercise of will
He wouldn’t move until he was sure we could realize our desires
Because this wasn’t about him, no, it was about
Raising us up, filling our cups, raising our bucks
And that the frothing of his artisan cocktail was a metaphor for class
And how life was more than all that
“but before i go on,” he said, “i need another drink”
And he turned to uncle and said, “you know what i think?”
I’m the man, i’m the man
I rock so hard, i make tons of money
I’m the man, i’m the man
I rock so hard, i make tons of money
I’m the man, i’m the man
I rock so hard, i make tons of money
I’m the man, yeah, i’m the man
I rock so hard, that’s why i make tons of money
Now the payouts and accounts of uncle’s frequent advances
Left the family feeling fragile about their foreign finances
And they knew better than to leave the kids with uncle alone
But as life goes, things were busy, they let it go, and let it go
And uncle kept coming and coming over, watching the kids
Having fun with them made him feel that it was actually his
’cause sam was a part of the fam, they were no better, just hustling debtors federal contenders for never-ethical-trend-setter
Same hot guest list? you betcha
Cold public interest? don’t sweat her
Just better cut sam in to cut out cause for a vendetta
So a little incentive arrives to keep their scent by your side
While we decry, and sit by, and our money resides
Inside a box we all believe in, just a stand-in for the scene
In which displays of power get devoured by our coward monkey heads
If there remain any doubts, let’s put those doubts to bed, ha
I’m the man, i’m the man
I rock so hard, i make tons of money
I’m the man, yeah, i’m the man
I rock so hard, i make tons of money
I’m the man, yeah, i’m the man
I rock so hard, i make tons of money
I’m the man, yeah, i’m the man
I rock so hard, that’s why i make tons of money
I’m the man, i’m the man
I rock so hard, i make tons of money
I’m the man, yeah, i’m the man
I rock so hard, that’s why i make tons of money
I’m the man, i’m the man
I rock so hard, i make tons of money
I’m the man, yeah, i’m the man
I rock so hard, that’s why i make tons of money
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