I hear my name whispered by my boss
It's a sound that makes me cringe
She's calling me back to her cubicle
And I know just exactly why
To reconfirm my worst anticipation
Here comes another poor evaluation

Trying to make my rates
Is impossible because
Of all the steps I must remember
And always get them right

CHORUS:
Waiting for the axe to fall
The boss always pointing toward the door
She thinks I belong on the streets, baby, yeah (repeat 2x)

Computer programs don't always work
And it slows you to a snail's pace
But production I still must meet
Or again I'll see my boss's stern face
When is the next voluntary furlough
Hope it comes before I'm forced to go free

Trying to make my rates
Is impossible because
Each case's size is always different
Especially W-2s

CHORUS: (repeat 2x)

Waiting (for my pink slip...)
Seems I'm just waiting (to be let go...)
Each day I'm skating (on such thin ice...)
Yes, I'm waiting (for the bottom to fall out...)

CHORUS: (repeat 2x)