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Cummins:
I can't stand no more of your incompetence All my orders seem to escape your sight I'm growing tired, as this slob sits across from me Chowing down as if to save his life
Benton:
Too late, to save myself from failing I took a chance, and made two cans of Campbell's Light But I misread his meaning when he asked me To cook enough for just one lousy guest tonight
Cummins:
Don't let the soup run out on me Although I ask for more, it's just an empty bowl I see I'm tired of all your lousy butler tendencies But more than anything, it's the soup running out on me
Benton:
I can't find, oh the right strategic lie Just see my face, and you can tell the way I feel Don't discharge me, just because I failed to make some more This guest we have, he eats enough for about ten meals!
Cummins:
Don't let the soup run out on me Although I ask for more, it's just an empty bowl I see I'm tired of all your lousy butler tendencies But more than anything, it's the soup running out on me
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