You don’t have to be mad to work here Just clinically depressed If clothes maketh the man I must be pretty badly dressed Fear God, honour the king Go forward to your thing Just wear the uniform Shut up, weather the storm That’s smile’s the perfect pitch But I think we’ve hit a glitch We’ve hardly started yet That smile’s tinged with regret I don’t do this for my health I’m not in it for the money Well, what else is left? It’s really not that funny