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It’s song time again. It’s good stress therapy for me to write this stuff now and again. Hopefully you’ll know the tune. It’s an oldie, but a classic.
16 Years (to the tune of “16 Tons” by Tennessee Ernie Ford)
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Some people say a man is made outta fluff,
A Kodak man’s made outta expensive stuff,
Expensive stuff we can do without,
Holler “Dead Man Walkin'” when you see him about.
You put in sixteen years, what do you get?
They can do it cheaper in Manila, I bet,
My time it’s a comin’ I can hear the tick-tock,
Oh why’d I sell my soul to the big yellow box?
I was hired years ago when the cash cow felt fine,
I worked 8-5 and I toed the line,
Sixteen years later I was out on the street,
And the boss man said “Son, you’ll land on your feet.”
You put in sixteen years, what do you get?
They can do it cheaper in India, I bet,
My time it’s a comin’ I can hear the tick-tock,
Oh why’d I sell my soul to the big yellow box?
I was crunchin’ on a project, they said had to get done,
Gotta turn the corner ‘fore we have any fun,
Digital’s a comin’ and we gotta cut costs,
Didn’t think mine was the job that’d be lost.
You put in sixteen years, what do you get?
They can do it cheaper in Canada, I bet,
My time it’s a comin’ I can hear the tick-tock,
Oh why’d I sell my soul to the big yellow box?
If you see outsourcers comin’, look out for the finks,
A lotta men didn’t, all got slips that was pink,
They can do it better, is the daily pill,
If today’s don’t a-get you, then tomorrow’s will.
You put in sixteen years, what do you get?
They can do it cheaper in Manila, I bet,
My time it’s a comin’ I can hear the tick-tock,
Oh why’d I sell my soul to the big yellow box?