Who's the minion who's the master
at the end of every day
when in doubt I guess work faster
guessing's pretty much my way
who's the man and who's the flunky
never try that hard to hide
who's the man yeah who's the junky
bread is always buttered on their side
when in doubt write faster
put it down as fast as you can write
you're so seldom your own master
Rarely get to fly your little kite
Who lives upstairs who lives downstairs
everything that rises must converge
they get seated we pull out our own chairs
everything that falls apart must merge
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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