You’re sweaty and your clammy.

Your pulse is racing too.

Your tie is wrinkled and crooked,

And there’s dirt on your left shoe.

You’re about to face the man

Who will decide your future fate.

Your knees are very wobbly,

And you don’t feel so great.

Will the boss give you the ax

Or will you keep your job?

All I can say that if I were you,

I wouldn’t be dressed like a slob.