The Perfect Job

Hi, I’m David,
but not Hasselhoff,
‘cause I work at the movies
next to machine that often pops

my parents don’t like me
not a clue of a girlfriend
but I’ve got fellow sufferers, soulrelatives

these yellow cornies
abandoned from the rest
white pride of the popcorn machine;
je d?ste

disliked by consumers
they won’t ever pop
like me, that’s why I save them, but I still hate my job



At 1am I’m finally free – hey hey
Take off the sweaty clothes hanging on me
Put down my little hat,
Which makes you look like a jerk
‘cause of its shape of a popcorn
oh I hate my fucking work

But when I’m done I’m finally free – hey hey
To collect the unpopped corns waiting for me
And this reminds me of my passion
Like other guys like fashion
A step further to the perfection of my unpopped corns collection




Papa told me:
“Well, my little boy,
if you want to have a save job
go to the flight branch
Ouw!
The Pilot school was too hard for me,
But I am a good son
And I do, what daddy tells me

So to say
I followed his advice
But that old ladies slap my ass
Was a little surprise
Yeah!
I am on the plane,
but not as its master
but as a steward, who serves the people,
oh what a disaster



And when dad comes, it’s a mess for me – hey hey
have to ask Jim for the cockpit’s key
(to) pretend I*’d have his job
oh, I feel like a slob
play the instruments like a jerk
oh, I hate my fucking work

But when dad comes, the whole crew must do – hey hey
has to do what I want them to do
and then I feel like like a king
what just misses is the “bling”
and daddy says to me:
“Hey son, good to have thee!”




But after all. I have finished my job, ( Hey, hey)
The university’s a better shop
aeronautical engineering!
I have found my real vocation!
I am fond of innovation
And I feel like on vacation!

Me too, I have finished my job ( Hey, Dave!)
A film director once came to our shop
When he saw me playing with my corns
He was surprised and really torn
Now I’m actor and well-known
That’s what I really want