[Intro]
Oh, Rediculous Lynn, we’re clocking in again,
With crooked fingers, bringing us to our end.
[Verse 1]
Every morning, the scene stays the same,
You shuffle in with that loud voice, oh what a game.
Papers flying, you don’t like the report,
"This is ridiculous!" rings out from your court.
[Pre-Chorus]
Got a frown like a thundercloud,
Complaints that echo loud,
Here comes the storm, you’re brewing up a fuss,
Turning smiles into dust.
[Chorus]
Rediculous Lynn, queen of the office grind,
Everything’s a hassle and a pain to find.
We’ve tried to be nice, but your grumbles won't cease,
In your little kingdom, there’s never any peace.
[Verse 2]
With crooked fingers, you type that complaint,
Every little issue makes you feel like a saint.
Pop your head up and warn us of doom,
In a world of sunshine, you bring all the gloom.
[Pre-Chorus]
You light the fire, then douse the flame,
Whispered resentment, it’s a losing game.
Can’t you see, Lynn, that it’s time to retire?
But you’re just a fuse to our frustration’s fire.
[Chorus]
Rediculous Lynn, king of the frowns and scowls,
Drowning in problems, you bark and howl.
Just take a break, but you never will cease,
In your little kingdom, there’s never any peace.
[Bridge]
Oh, we roll our eyes, try not to take the bait,
But every day is a battle against your noisy fate.
Underneath the harshness, we wish you the best,
But before you go on, just give us a rest.
[Outro]
So here’s to you, Rediculous Lynn,
We’ll laugh about it when you’re not in.
The clock ticks down, your pension awaits,
Hope you find joy, in your new golden gates.
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