Two Weeks PTO?

(uh-oh) I’ve memorized the handbook,

I know the safety code And how to clear the paper jam

from machine three on the road But it’s my fourteenth day of

training,

sitting in this desk chair And I’ve got a little favor that

I need to lay down bare (ahhh)

I’m sweating in the breakroom,

clutching my paper form

I know the timing’s terrible,

it’s bound to raise a storm But there’s a weekend in the

cabin, planned a year ago

Now I have to face the boss man,

and hope he don't say no (please)

Hey manager, I know

it’s only been two weeks

But can I get some paid time off next week?

I’ll work the late-night shifts,

I’ll clean the storage floor

If you just sign this paper right before I exit the door (ooh-ooh)

Your coffee mug is steaming,

you look up from your screen

I’m looking like a criminal

caught at a movie scene I haven't even earned an hour of

standard sick leave pay Yet here I am proposing

a three-day getaway (oh-no) He looks at me,

he sighs, he taps his yellow pen He says 'you haven't even

met the team

in department ten'

I say 'I’ll buy the donuts,

I’ll never miss a day'

Just let me have this Friday,

then I’ll be here to stay

He reached for his pen...

He signed the line...

Oh baby, I’m free

next Friday (woo-hoo)