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**Verse 1**  
Ohhh-oh, they call it “leadership,” but it’s just a disguise,  
A shadowboxin’ bully in a power-tie.  
You crunch the numbers, bleed into the grind,  
While they rewrite the rules, then rewind, rewind…  
“Why’s the project late?” Well, who switched the plan?  
Their amnesia’s a weapon, and you’re “the bad man.”  

**Pre-Chorus**  
They’ll say you’re “too emotional” (No!)  
When their conscience is optional (So low!),  
But the truth’s in the coffee-stained files,  
And the way their smile never reaches their eyes…  

**Chorus**  
Crappy bosses, ohhh, dance on our backs,  
Samba of the soulless, clappin’ as we crack.  
Gaslight sambadrome, they’ll cha-cha-cha lies,  
But we’re countin’ the numbers, oh, to say our goodbyes!  
When that lottery hits, we’ll rhumba through the door,  
No more tango with tyrants—we’re dancin’ poor no more!  

**Verse 2**  
They’ll steal your hustle, then call you “too slow,”  
Take weekends in Cabo while you’re kneelin’ in snow.  
Your stress is their salsa, your tears the salt rim,  
They’re a carnival vampire—suckin’ dreams on a whim.  
But the drumbeat’s shifting, can you hear the low hum?  
The workers’ soft clapping’s a revolution’s drum…  

**Pre-Chorus**  
They’ll say you’re “not a team player” (Lie!)  
While they’re yacht-shoppin’ later (Goodbye!),  
But the office walls whisper their shame,  
And the janitors know every CEO’s dirty name…  

**Chorus**  
Crappy bosses, ohhh, your rhythm’s offbeat,  
We’re the band playin’ hot in the soul-sucking heat!  
You can mambo your malice, twist truth into twirls,  
But we’ll samba to freedom—and bury your world!  
When those numbers align, oh, we’ll bossa nova away,  
No more blood for your bonfire—we’re fireflies at day!  

**Bridge**  
Imagine, imagine—no alarms, no demands,  
Just sun on our faces and saltwater hands.  
No more “urgent” emails at 2 a.m.,  
Just a beach where the waves shout, “Never trust them!”  
We’ll build a new rhythm where respect is the drum,  
And the only “deadline” is when the margaritas come…  

**Outro**  
Crappy bosses, your empire’s a bluff,  
We’re the samba they’ll never silence enough.  
So spin your sad stories, your trophies of greed,  
We’ll waltz into the future—where the wounded hearts lead!  
And if we win that jackpot? Honey, pass me my shoes—  
We’ll dance on their desks in a bossa nova news.

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