Pressure Gauge Panic
Cory's leaning back,
leaning on his broom Avoiding all the heavy lifting in the room
The vac truck's waiting,
covered in the grime But Cory's busy putting in his waiting-out time
He won't climb the ladder,
he's shaking at the knees
Looking at the rungs,
pleading 'help me please' Then a loose pressure gauge snaps off the
side
Hits him
in the shoulder, now he wants to hide!
Oh Cory, step away from the truck!
(stay away now!) Scared of the heights and you're running out of
luck Watch out for the gauge,
watch out for the snag And somebody look out for his tiny
skin tag!
He won't clean the tank,
he won't touch the hose That's just how the story of his
workday goes Scratching at his neck,
looking mighty pale
Every little task is a epic-scale fail
Oh Cory, step away from the truck!
(stay away now!) Scared of the heights and you're running out of
luck Watch out for the gauge,
watch out for the snag And somebody look out for his tiny
skin tag!
No work today, Cory's heading home
Leaving the vac truck sitting all alone (bye bye
Cory!)