A musical satire that skewers corporate culture through spoken monologues and parody jingles. A narrator obsesses over conformity and company loyalty while absurd interludes mock office romance, fake job advice, and the hollow promises of climbing the corporate ladder.
My coffee break, my coffee break, my coffee break. If I can't take my coffee break, something within me dies. No coffee! No coffee! No coffee! No coffee! No coffee! No coffee! No coffee! No coffee break! If I can't take my coffee break, what is the sense of Easter Prime? Oh God! Don't get any ideas. Well, I stuck to that, and I haven't had one in years. You play it safe. I play the company way. Wherever the company puts me, there I'll stay. But what is your point? I have no point. Oh, you suppose the company thinks? I think so too. What would you say if— I wouldn't say. Your face is a company face. It smiles at executives, then goes back in place. The company furniture, oh, it suits me fine. The company flatheads, it's a valid mine. Is there anything you're against? Unemployment, when they want, suggested to resign. So you play it the company way. Executive policies might be okay. You'll never rise up to the top. There's one thing clear, who cares? The company bottom, I will still be here. I have certainly found Home, it's cozy. You think so too? Oh, he's living with company pride. I've conquered that overambitious rat inside. Old Foddy's no longer the frump he used to be. I pledge to the company sweet conformity. Hooray, hooray! I will stay. It's the company way. He can get quality wine and okay. I'll never be president, but there's one thing clear. As long as my uncle can stand me, I will still be here. I'm happy! I'm so proud! I'm happy! You'll never jump from the company man. Truffle plays the company, truffle plays the company, truffle plays the company. Way rock! It's dinner more till he falls wearily more. Honey! Scram! Terry is not a toy, no, my boy, not a toy to fondle and dandle and playfully handle. Search up There could be quite a thing between us. It's a $1.90 vegetable plate. And on the bottom of the ad, not bad. Service for 2, $3.58. To make a bargain, make a date. Wonderful. It's great. Now she thinks. Okay, Jackie, guess that's about it. Yep, almost. Because, man, I bet now some slob will come and dirty it all up. Nah, not on Saturday morning. Come on, let's go do the big shots office. MCH. Oh yes, I've heard some good things about you from my scouts. Thank you, sir. Vote! Stand, O'Leary, stand firm and strong. Stand, O'Leary, hear the cheering throng. Stand, O'Leary, and never yield. Rip, rip, rip the chipmunk of the field. I'm sorry, sir. I just wanted to finish that row. I suppose this looks a little bit strange. Yes. Oh, beautiful. What was that? Some college song. Yale or college? I'd say Vassar. This irresistible Paris original I'm wearing tonight. I'm wearing tonight, especially for Paris original I'm wearing tonight. She Paris original, all swinky with fring. Already slunk in and I could die. Paris original, très sexy, let's pop. Oh damn. Mary, that kiss. What about that kiss? Rosemary. Finch, it's not nice to think of two broads in the middle of hot kiss. I'm sorry, Peggy, I can't explain it. Finch, you are in love. That's— For the rest of my lifetime, Rosemary, give me more of the same. Rosemary, oh my, oh my, oh my! Rosemary, very wonderful. Please marry Jake Pierpont Finch. Now I hear it. I hear it, I hear it. [FOREIGN LANGUAGE] If we kissed. What a crescendo! —of a prince. Don't rewrite the story. For the legend, the folklore, the working girl's dream of glory. We were raised on you, darling, and we loved you ever since. Don't mess up a major miracle. Don't, Cinderella, don't turn down the prince. —don't turn down the prince. Coat, hat, uniform, while he goes onward and upward. Happy to keep him dinner warm till he comes wearily home from jump time. Don't want to know. It's made from shark's belly jelly. Where will I find that one treasure of true good solid judgment whenever you talk? Yet there's the folding brave spring of the The tiger that quickens your walk. Oh, I believe in you. I believe in you. I believe in you. I believe in you. Stop that mad gun. Stop it. Stop that mad gun. Stop it. Stop that mad gun. Stop that mad gun. Wicket Company, whose slogan for over 100 years has been "Worldwide wickets for a wider world," welcomes you to the Wide World of Wickets Worldwide Wicket Treasure Hunt! An authentic traditional folk dance of the old pirate folk of the Spanish Main, danced for your pleasure by the John Wickens Weekend! Chicanery or dishonesty? Is this the real Bible? Look, I do not wish to take a bum rap. I will not swear false witness to perjury. I do know where the treasure is! Coping with these little problems. However, should you be the cause, review the first chapter of this book, "How to Apply for a Job." —of man. A noble tide of mind, all human hearts and minds into one brotherhood of man. All man, all man, all man. A noble tide of mind, all human hearts and minds
