To the Boss from Hell

Well, after an all-nighter at the office (mission not accomplished), I toddled 'round to the GPO to mail a letter. While standing in line (yep, at 6:17 a.m. on Sunday morning, there's a line; there's always a line at the GPO), the Song About Work completed itself, more or less. To the tune of Jolson-and-DeSylva-and-Brown-and-Henderson's Sonny Boy, one verse and chorus. If you're singing this out loud, pour on the schmaltz and take the alternate high notes, as you head into those last eight measures:

Why'm I full of glee,
Mirth and joy?
Gladdest employee
You employ?
Wherefore my elation?
What's the explanation?
Why does Life, for me,
Never cloy?

Sometimes, I'm busy
(Let's just say I'm busy)—
You interfere,
Doughnut Boy.

You interrupt me.
Why you interrupt me?
'Cause it's not clear,
Doughnut Boy.

You're quite the cut-up
When folks want to work.
Sit down and shut up
And don't be such a jerk.

(O GOD!! I wish I was lonely—
Really, truly lonely.)
But—whom have we here?
Doughnut Boy!!

Lyric © 2007 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov

The hard part's trying to find a natural way of repeating the end words of the first lines of the three A sections. 'Cause it's not clear is filler. But I like the way jerk lands on the leading tone: they were meant for each other.