The little bastards eat the walls
The roof will fall in on your head
And I can see them crawl
They're eating all our admin staff
They're turning all our files corrupt
The weasels tore our reception apart
And the question we all ask is, who will save us now?
The weasels ate my
Office supplies
Curse their tiny little hides
The weasels take it all
And they leave us in debt
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