CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Manager to Manager
'Scuse me! Are you Esposito? You the guy I talked to on the phone? Are you the manager?
Yeah, I'm Esposito
I'm Owen Tillerman, the park manager
The park is filling up with trash
Yeah
I'm not dragging my butt back until you take my filthy stash
It's my duty, it's my job to keep the park clean and—
Oh my God!
This garbage got me screaming!
Okay, I just heard my voice, and it was loud—sorry
Manager to manager
I know we'e at a standstill
But I'm down in the dumps and you're the only one
Who can take me to the promised landfill
You gonna help my associate, or what?
Associate?
Manager to manager I understand your fear. I mean
I don't mind that I smell like trash but you probably think it's weird
Look, I'd really like to help you but this isn't gonna work
My orders come straight from the mayor and he's being such a... a p*n*s-face
Why didn't you just say j*rk? It would've rhymed
People have called us officious
'Cause we find the minutiae delicious
That's true
There's gotta be a way around these jurisdictions
To bypass the p*n*s-faced mayor's dumb restrictions
Wait! What if we find the right city statute to, you know (whistles)
Oh, you mean like a loophole?
That's the best kind of hole
Manager brainstorm
What about Statute 8923?
That only applies to waste that is feces
What about Statute 6-30?
That's from like a century ago
That's about polio
Yeah, to stop the spread of disease
Silly, that only applies to citywide emergencies
I should have known that. Wait
City Code 1839?
Oh my God, section five?
Paragraph eight
Yeah, fourteenth line
It clearly states
"In times of environmental crisis
The park manager is empowered with the licence
To protect health priorities
And supersede mayoral authorities."
Manager to manager
I'm feeling so good about our plan
We just managed the crap out of that
And a loophole is the best kind of hole
I'm so good at helping
Yeah, I'm Esposito
I'm Owen Tillerman, the park manager
The park is filling up with trash
Yeah
I'm not dragging my butt back until you take my filthy stash
It's my duty, it's my job to keep the park clean and—
Oh my God!
This garbage got me screaming!
Okay, I just heard my voice, and it was loud—sorry
Manager to manager
I know we'e at a standstill
But I'm down in the dumps and you're the only one
Who can take me to the promised landfill
You gonna help my associate, or what?
Associate?
Manager to manager I understand your fear. I mean
I don't mind that I smell like trash but you probably think it's weird
Look, I'd really like to help you but this isn't gonna work
My orders come straight from the mayor and he's being such a... a p*n*s-face
Why didn't you just say j*rk? It would've rhymed
People have called us officious
'Cause we find the minutiae delicious
That's true
There's gotta be a way around these jurisdictions
To bypass the p*n*s-faced mayor's dumb restrictions
Wait! What if we find the right city statute to, you know (whistles)
Oh, you mean like a loophole?
That's the best kind of hole
Manager brainstorm
What about Statute 8923?
That only applies to waste that is feces
What about Statute 6-30?
That's from like a century ago
That's about polio
Yeah, to stop the spread of disease
Silly, that only applies to citywide emergencies
I should have known that. Wait
City Code 1839?
Oh my God, section five?
Paragraph eight
Yeah, fourteenth line
It clearly states
"In times of environmental crisis
The park manager is empowered with the licence
To protect health priorities
And supersede mayoral authorities."
Manager to manager
I'm feeling so good about our plan
We just managed the crap out of that
And a loophole is the best kind of hole
I'm so good at helping
