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