Ode To PUD

Sung to the tune of 'Home, Home on the Range'.

Home, home on the PUD
Where John is dreaming of suds
Where Minesweeper is played,
And everyone is late,
And the breakroom is gathering crud.

O PUD, o sweet PUD o' mine,
Where Pop spends most of his time
Where Lori's stamps are not safe
Where the hallways are taped
With Steve's pictures of jobs going fine.

Hooray PUD!

Home, Home on the PUD,
Where Tiny means large with a beard
When Jack is a Lifestyle
And John's hair is so wild-
For me, I can't help but cheer!

Life, Life on the PUD,
My liver yearns for relief,
But beer in the kitchen
And rock-shots I aint missin-
Pop or Steve, who's the chief?

HIP-HIP-HOORAY!

Home, home on the PUD
Where the Jack and Coke flows like a flood
Keep the client's half loaded
So when jobs are quoted
They will be drunk until after they sign...

PUD o Sweet PUD of mine
Where a square foot costs only a dime
You can loaf, sleep and meander,
grope, curse and slander
Just make sure you're at Outback by nine


Drunk like a fox.....(wink)