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(hummmm) Yeah,
thirty years on the
union hall roll. Still wearing the
crown. He packs his bag with crispy rice cakes,
Fueling the gains that the heavy iron makes,
Rocking the safety gear,
aviator shades, Looking like Maverick on the glazing glades.
But the boss babies whine,
trying to dictate, Teaching the master how to set the plate.
They turn around and he's gone in a blink,
Out on his boat where he doesn't have to think!
They call him Houdini Tuffini,
the vanishing man, The magical glazier with a master plan,
Tired of the rush and the boss baby cries,
He slips through the glass right before your eyes!
Constant rush on the commercial floor,
But he's eating snacks by the storage door.
Gotta keep the muscles tight,
gotta keep the build,
While the office kids wonder why the job ain't filled.
You can't tell him nothing behind that visor shield.
They turn around and he's gone in a blink,
Out on his boat where he doesn't have to think!
They call him Houdini Tuffini,
the vanishing man, The magical glazier with a master plan,
Tired of the rush and the boss baby cries,
He slips through the glass right before your eyes!
Houdini Tuffini... Yeah, he's out on the water.
No boss baby rules today. (ahhhh)
Gone.