Garrett wayyyyy

Garrett rolls in, Monster drink in hand, chair squeaks in time, the desk lamp glows bright,

He’s got a calendar full of checkmarks, a schedule that’s tight as a kite.

Every hour’s a chorus, every beep is a rhyme, he hums a relentless tune,

If the clock says “on the dot,” he’ll hustle the lot, till the sun hits the moon.

He’ll take a work day off on a day that doesn’t have a Y in it, that’s the Garrett way,

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,Saturday Sunday —the gears won’t slow down, no delay.

Two-step groove, keyboards in bloom, drums pounding like a train,

Garrett’s got a smile and a file, dancing through the workday rain.

He taps on the printer, taps on the screen, his to-do list wears a grin,

“Stop,” says nobody, not even coffee, in the groove he’s locked in.

He sells a plan to a month-long span, churns out a fresh new plan,

Turnaround lightning, meeting invitation—yes, yes, yes, he can!

He’ll take a work day off on a day that doesn’t have a Y in it, that’s the Garrett way,

Monday, Tuesday,Wednesday,Thursday,Friday, Saturday ,Sunday—the tempo won’t slow down, hey hey hey.

Two-step groove, bass line so smooth, brass and synths in a blazing ring,

Garrett’s got a groove in every move, a one-man productivity spring.

((Instrumental break with a big brass lift and crowd-stomping rhythm))

He high-fives the stapler, he hi-fives the chair, he dances with the whiteboard’s glare,

If there’s a deadline glimmering near, you’ll hear him cheer, “We’re almost there!”

With a wink and a wink and a work-day grin, he spins a kaleidoscope plan,

If there’s a noon-time lull, he’ll pull a full-throttle lullaby can.

He’ll take a work day off on a day that doesn’t have a Y in it, that’s the Garrett way,

Monday , Tuesday, Wednesday,Thursday,Friday,Saturday, Sunday—the chorus never goes away.

Two-step groove, rhythm in the bones, tempo climbing up the rung,

Garrett’s got the stamina to carry the banner till the job is done.

So raise your cups, or your keyboards, or whatever you’ve got in view,

For the man who never clocks out—Garrett, we’re sticking here with you.

One last clap, one more tap, the beat keeps rolling strong,

In the land of non-Y days, Garrett owns the two-step song.