Written by Paul Orehovec
Lyrics
All my friends have jobs
And I got nothing to do
Hope that your boss dies
So that I can drink this bottle with you
We can push him off a cliff
We can throw him down a well
Or I can do it myself
Don’t worry bout me
Already going to hell
It’s just me and this bottle
Such a pitiful sight
Cut the brakes on your boss’s car
And we can drink all night
Think I can rig the elevator
A fatal calamity with a stapler?
Why don’t you call in sick
Your boss is a dick
And we can feed him to the gators
Maybe there’s poison in his coffee
A trip and fall into the shredder
Toss his body in the sea
Then you’ll come drink with me and
Make this cheap booze taste better
All my friends have jobs
And I got nothing to do
I hope that your boss dies
So that I can drink this bottle with you
All my friends have jobs
Oh yeah, it's true
All I want, all I want, all I want
Is to drink this bottle with you