Lyrics

He's the man with the plan Standing tall with a 6'8" stance Strongest handshake in the land Make sure to follow his demands everytime he chants Walk your feelings out the door No time for thinking anymore (not in this economy) The breakfast programs ain't no game Don't talk back or risk fueling the flame, what's your name? Cy Young Cy Yo-o-o-ung He's the man with the plan, got a pink slip in his hand Cy Young Cy Yo-o-o-ung He's commanding his reign all while defending his name Cy Young Cy Yo-o-o-ung Everybody now and then could use a little bit of Cy Young Cy Yo-o-o-ung Every now and then he likes to spend a little money on himself (you know, get a new watch or a can of beer, nothing wrong with that) No time for small talk on your break It's only thirty minutes give or take His booming voice commands the intern Eye contact strong enough to burn (right through your head) He wears a striking grey suit With a little bit of color in the tie Don't think he won't smell fear on you I'm not afraid to die! I look death in the eye! (I'm the chairman of life itself! Ha ha ha ha!) Cy Young Cy Yo-o-o-ung He's the man with the plan, got a pink slip in his hand Cy Young Cy Yo-o-o-ung He's commanding his reign all while defending his name Cy Young Cy Yo-o-o-ung Everybody now and then could use a little bit of Cy Young Cy Yo-o-o-ung Every now and then he likes to spend some money on Cy Young Cy Yo-o-o-ung He's the CEO of the whole damn show Cy Young Cy Yo-o-o-ung Working nine to five just to remain alive Cy Young Cy Yo-o-o-ung With his slicked back hair, he'll kill you with a stare Cy Young Cy Yo-o-o-ung Don't know how he came to be (leave the rest up to me! Ha ha ha ha ha!)
Writer(s): Daniel Silverman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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