Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Pick up a pen or hit record
Tender my resignation to The Board
Tell The Foundation, Ms. DiBella
Find a new patsy if they can
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Take it, take it to the man
To the cesspool
Of moral decrepitude
Formerly known as my employers
It would be prudent to deploy your
Syndicate of lawyers
Enjoy your
Scandal-riddled fall from your empire of rot
But I, for one, will not
Be caught up
In your sinister plot
From your former minion, so humble
Your house of cards will tumble
Your dominion will crumble
In court of public opinion
You’ll be crucified, one by one in turn
And I’ll be ringside, to watch you burn
Ms. DiBella, did you catch all that?
No scratch all that…
To whom it may concern
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Pick up a pen or hit record
Tender my resignation to The Board
Tell The Foundation, Ms. DiBella
Find a new scapegoat if they can
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Take it, take it to the man
Some things are better said
On letterhead instead
So let’s write what we might regret or better yet
Tell the corporation straight from me
Eff yourself fifteen ways from Tennessee
My conniption, Ms. DiBella
Is needed ‘cause their greed can’t be deterred
Take a transcription Ms. DiBella
Read that screed back word for word
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Take a dictation, Ms. DiBella
Take a dictation, if you would
Read that back…
Damn, that’s good!
Lauren London - vocals
Bob Schwartz - tenor saxophone
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