Big Pimp Promotion

(Verse 1)

I’m a survey project manager, got my maps and my plans,

Plotting lines and staking dreams with these calloused hands.

Working for the SCE boss, the best I’ve ever known,

But now they’ve gone and promoted him, left me here alone.

We used to talk for hours, about grids and data streams,

He’d guide me through the chaos, shared my wildest dreams.

But now his office is higher, up in that corporate tower,

I’m staring at my phone, feeling my heart grow sour.

(Chorus)

Oh, SCE project manager, don’t you forget my name,

We built those projects together, through the sun and the rain.

Will you still take my calls, will you answer my mail?

Or will this surveyor’s heart just be left to wail?

(Verse 2)

I’d send him all my updates, every contour, every line,

He’d shoot back quick responses, made me feel like I shined.

But now his chair’s got leather, and his name’s on the door,

I’m wondering if he’ll remember what we worked for.

I see him in the meetings, with the big shots all around,

I’m just a guy with a theodolite, boots stuck to the ground.

I’m proud of his promotion, yeah, he’s earned that crown,

But I’m scared I’ll fade away, like a ghost in this town.

(Chorus)

Oh, SCE project manager, don’t you forget my name,

We built those projects together, through the sun and the rain.

Will you still take my calls, will you answer my mail?

Or will this surveyor’s heart just be left to wail?

(Bridge)

I’m drafting lines in the dirt, but my heart’s on the line,

Hoping you’ll still see me, give me just one sign.

I’ll keep on staking boundaries, keep the projects on track,

But I’m praying to the stars that you’ll still call me back.

(Verse 3)

Maybe I’m just anxious, maybe I’m just scared,

But you were more than a boss, you showed me you cared.

I’ll keep on running surveys, through the mud and the dust,

Hoping you’ll remember me, in you I still trust.

(Chorus)

Oh, SCE project manager, don’t you forget my name,

We built those projects together, through the sun and the rain.

Will you still take my calls, will you answer my mail?

Or will this surveyor’s heart just be left to wail?

(Outro)

So here’s to you, my SCE friend, up in your new domain,

I’ll keep the surveys coming, through the joy and the pain.

Just pick up when I call you, drop a line now and then,

‘Cause this surveyor’s heart still calls you a friend.