Lyrics

[Verse]
Down at the Pepsi warehouse, we all pull our weight,
But ol' Chris Swasta's habits are somethin' to hate.
Every mornin' he peels out, tires screechin' loud,
In his shiny new Mustang, actin' way too proud.

[Chorus]
Oh Swasta, Swasta, what’s wrong with you today?
Slobberin' on your coffee, always mutterin' "mmmkay."
You think you're a big shot, but we all can see,
You're just a Mustang driver with a Pepsi degree.

[Verse]
He struts through the warehouse like he owns the place,
With drool on his shirt and a smirk on his face.
"Mmmkay, get to work!" he yells with a snort,
But we’re laughin' 'bout the way he gives his reports.

[Chorus]
Oh Swasta, Swasta, what’s wrong with you today?
Slobberin' on your coffee, always mutterin' "mmmkay."
You think you're a big shot, but we all can see,
You're just a Mustang driver with a Pepsi degree.

[Bridge]
Every Friday he floors it, tires squeal on the lot,
Leaves a cloud of rubber, thinkin' he's hot.
But we’re just stackin' bottles, shakin' our heads,
While he’s burnin' gas, his ego gets fed.

[Verse]
There’s crumbs on his desk and a stain on his tie,
"Mmmkay, just do it," is his battle cry.
He slobbers on orders, leaves papers askew,
Chris Swasta, buddy, we’re all laughin' at you.