Executive slacks.

I can't be your...
I can't work as...
I can't be your...
Executive slave.

And what can you say about it?
I was straight anyway.
You're so wonderful.
You're so pretty.
Well getting drunk at the Bamboo Terrace with the Tiki Tea room is where
I'm at.
And if my conscience wants to catch up with me.
They'll send an army out to lynch, lynch me.

I'm not trapped in. (4x)
Executive slacks.

Hey, what can you say about it?
Are you straight anyway?
And you'll be back on the trials.
And I'll be back in a little while.

And it goes like that