(to the tune of "Bad Company" by Bad Company)
A nepotist, a slacker I am called
I go to work, and just stare at the wall
Arrive at twelve, and then I’m gone by one
But no one speaks
‘Cause I’m the boss’ son
(That’s what he tells me)
It’s Dad’s company
I can’t deny it
Dad’s company
Till the day he dies
I got my car
And my expense account
Those escort gals
Make my expenses mount
Convention fun
Las Vegas and LA
Put the drinks on me
My daddy's gonna pay!
That’s what he tells me …
It’s Dad’s company
I can’t deny it
Dad’s company
Till the day he dies
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