Bog Pot Radio - Dwight's Nights Lyrics

[Verse]
Jim is crapping on my desk,
In some juvenile jest,
Michael give him his what for,
Or else my butt will kiss the door

[Verse 2]
My lunch is ruined big surprise,
Jim over microwaved my fries,
My soup was also on the floor,
With a note that said "want more?"

[Chorus]
Damnit Jim you evil man,
Husband of my best friend Pam,
I hope that you just get canned,
Then I'd find some peace again

[Verse 3]
I dreamt up a brilliant plot,
To give you everything I've got,
Today's the day I'll get you back,
With a lacrosse snowball attack

[Bridge]
When I'm at work Mose is alone,
Dunder-Mifflin's my real home,
There's only one thing that comes near,
Banana beet-root tempered beer

[Chorus]
Damnit Jim you evil man,
Husband of my best friend Pam,
I hope that you just get canned,
Then I'd find some peace again