Havin' lunch with the division head.
We are deeply in the red.
He only went and did what he did
Because we are businessmen.

We got the company in a mess,
Board hasn't discovered yet
But it doesn't matter where the money went
Thanks to us most of it's been spent.

One, two, three martinis
Company shouldn't have put trust
In the two of us.

They gave us much financial oversight
They thought we'd be a good pair.
Real soon they're gonna put us behind bars,
But right now we don't care.

If boss were here, he'd punch out our headlights—
Thinks less of us than head lice
Eventually we'll have a bite,
First, we've gotta get our heads right.

One, two, three martinis
This lunch ritual is a must,
Though they're 'bout to bust.

Man, you know that we have got ourselves bankrolled,
Why don't shove off, eh?
Corporations are too top-down
To file those charges today.

So, we're heading out on the highway
Going before it's too late
We ain't looking back till we land in
A crime-friendly state.

Un, deux, trois, Martinique?
Gotta be a place that we can trust,
With thieves like us.

One, two, third-world sleaze fief.
They see no, speak no, hear no evil—just pay up.
Votes marred by cheats
On martes eve.
Sad Marlins team.