I Ain't Calling In To Work Today, Bitches
· 2:45 · 7 plays · v2.2
- 1980s
- organ
- third wave ska
- new wave
- quirky
- alternative rock
- horn
- post-punk
- ska
About
A song explaining what happens when you make the decision to not call into work after a really bad acid trip.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Woke up and my ceiling fan's auditioning for a play
Neighbors in my mailbox, whispering "run away"
My toast is growing antlers, it winked and then it mooed
And the fridge just challenged me to a hula hoop duel
Pre-Chorus
There's glitter in my eyebrows, my coffee cup's a boat
If HR sends an email, tell them my shoes just learned to float
Chorus
I ain't calling in to work today, bitches
Boss can keep on dialing but I'm gone
Got a thousand-tailed chicken in the kitchen, doing dishes
And a lizard singing backup to my lawn
Post-Chorus
Oh oh, oh oh, no way today
Oh oh, oh oh, not leaving my brain
Verse 2
Email's screaming binary and chewing on my phone
Clock is melting off the wall and chatting with my clone
There's a parade of pineapples squawking in the hall
And my couch just asked me out to the shopping mall
Pre-Chorus
My teeth are made of bubblegum, my slippers wear tiny hats
If corporate calls, just tell them I'm busy with my talking rats
Chorus
I ain't calling in to work today, bitches
My stapler's tap-dancing on a sinkhole
The curtains turned into sea creatures, wiggles and switches
And the sandwich keeps demanding payroll
Post-Chorus
Oh oh, oh oh, no way today
Oh oh, oh oh, not leaving my brain
Bridge
The blender's spitting riddles with a monocle and cape
A flock of rubber chickens just blocked off my fire escape
Ceiling tiles are polka-dots, waltzing to the horns
And the bathtub's bubbling bigfoot conspiracy forms
Verse 3
My goldfish is a lobbyist, campaigning for more snacks
The mailbox filed a grievance and the chairs all want their tax
Venetian blinds are moonwalking, desk lamp wears a tiara
HR sent a pigeon but it sternly reads the Torah
Pre-Chorus
My plants request a conference call, my clock's now fluent Greek
If anyone needs me, I'm hiding from my lava-spewing sink
Chorus
I ain't calling in to work today, bitches
The Roomba just eloped with the broom
Heard a tambourine election in my stitches
And the mirror's got a 5 PM cartoon
Post-Chorus
Oh oh, oh oh, not showing my face
Oh oh, oh oh, lost in my place
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