Three boys and a boss

Testo

[Verse 1] Wibo walks in like he owns the damn place, Beer in his hand and a grin on his face. He’s technically boss, or so we’ve been told, But after six cold ones, his leadership’s gold. He points at the problem, says, “Get that shit done,” Then cracks another beer like the work’s already won. He runs this circus with a lager and a cough, If management’s a ladder, Wibo fell the fuck off. [Chorus] We got Wibo drinkin’, Nick yellin’ loud, Niels knows everything — just ask him, he’s proud. Three grown men with one half-functioning brain, Turnin’ simple fuckin’ work into a runaway train. Wibo’s the boss, Nick’s stubborn as hell, Niels says, “I can do that!” — yeah, we can fuckin’ tell. If common sense was whiskey, we’d all die of thirst, But somehow every goddamn day gets worse. [Verse 2] Nick is a giant, built like a shed, And every damn thought comes straight out his head. No volume control, no “maybe I’m wrong,” He’ll argue with a stop sign all afternoon long. You tell him, “Go left,” he’ll go right out of spite, Then spend twenty minutes explainin’ why he was right. He’s loud, he’s enormous, he’s stubborn as sin, If bullshit was diesel, he’d never run thin. [Chorus] We got Wibo drinkin’, Nick yellin’ loud, Niels knows everything — just ask him, he’s proud. Three grown men with one half-functioning brain, Turnin’ simple fuckin’ work into a runaway train. Wibo’s the boss, Nick’s stubborn as hell, Niels says, “I can do that!” — yeah, we can fuckin’ tell. If common sense was whiskey, we’d all die of thirst, But somehow every goddamn day gets worse. [Verse 3] Then there’s young Niels, the jack of all trades, An expert in shit that he learned yesterday. Mechanic, electrician, doctor by noon, Probably land a damn rocket on the fuckin’ moon. He says, “Move aside boys, I know what to do,” Five minutes later: “Uh… is this wire supposed to be blue?” He’s got confidence, courage, and absolutely no fear, Just forty more years of experience to clear. [Bridge] Wibo says, “Boys, I’ve got this under control,” Nick starts shoutin’ like a pissed-off troll. Niels grabs a wrench and says, “Trust me, alright?” That’s usually the moment everything catches fire. [Breakdown] Who broke it? NIELS! Who denies it? NICK! Who’s drinkin’ while the whole place burns? WIBO, YOU MAGNIFICENT PRICK! [Final Chorus] Wibo’s drinkin’, Nick’s makin’ a scene, Niels is somehow certified in seventeen things. Nobody listens, nobody learns, And somebody’s eyebrows are probably gettin’ burned. Yeah, Wibo’s the boss with a beer in his fist, Nick’s never been wrong — at least according to Nick. Niels can do anything, or so he maintains, Together they’re three fuckin’ monkeys drivin’ a train. [Outro] So raise up your beers to this beautiful crew, To half-assed decisions and shit we shouldn’t do. Wibo, Nick, Niels — may God bless their souls… And keep those three bastards away from the controls.