we know issie has good judgement, we know munro has good taste. we’re funny and we’re ironic so you should feel that way. we promise ‘em that we’re different and everyone makes mistakes. But hiring us isn’t one. We heard that you’re a creative director, so act like a stand-up one. whatever devil’s inside you, please let him out tonight. we tell them it’s just your culture and we don’t roll our eyes. yeah we know, all we’re asking baby; please please please give us a job and please please please don’t bring us to tears when we just did our book so nice. jobless is one thing, our ego’s another. we beg you don’t embarrass us motherfucker. please please please (ah). well, we have fun ideas, babe, maybe keep us inside. we know you’re cravin’ some fresh air, but your agency is so nice (it’s so nice, right?) and we could live so happily if you know that we’re with you. we’re just kidding, but really (no we’re not) really really. please please please give us a job and please please please don’t bring us to tears when we just did our book so nice. jobless is one thing, our ego’s another. we beg you don’t embarrass us motherfucker. please please please (ah). If you wanna go and be stupid, don’t do it in front of me. if you wanna cry to our ideas, don’t let yourself hate us prolifically. please please please (please) please please please (please) please please please (please) please (ah).
i can still recall our first semester. i still see it all. walks along the canteen, laughing in the studio. our first semester, memories that remain. we made our way along the corridor and we sat down on the table by the class door. i was so happy we had met, it was the age of no regret. oh yes. these crazy years, this is the time of the advertising degree. but underneath, we had a fear of falmouth rats, of growing mould, a fear of graduating. we took our chance, like we were dancing our last dance. i can still recall our first semester. i still see it all. in all your doodles, my crazy drivel. our first semester. working hand in hand, briefs we didnt like. our first semester. random nonsense, living for the day, worries far away, our last summer. we could laugh and play. and no we’re looking for a job. an art director, a copywriter. and you name is our boss. how cool it seems, are we the duo of your dreams? i can still recall our first semester. i still see it all, in all your doodles, my crazy drivel, our first semester. working hand in hand, walks along the canteen, laughing in the studio. our first semester, memories that remain.
how sweet it is to be hired by you. yes baby, ooh-ooh-ooh. how sweet it is to work for you. ooh baby. i needed the shelter of your agency, and there you were. you needed someone to understand your ups and downs. and there we were, with sweet love and devotion. deeply touching your emotion. i want to stop (stop) and thank you, baby. i just want to stop (stop) and thank you, baby. hey now. how sweet it is to be hired by you. oh baby. how sweet it is to work for you. yes, it is. close our eyes at night, and wonder where we would be without you in our life. everything was just a bore. all the briefs we did, seems we’ve done ‘em before. but you brightened up all of our days, with a work so sweet in many ways. i want to stop (stop) and thank you, baby. i want to stop (stop) and thank you, baby. how sweet it is to be hired by you. oh, yes, it is. how sweet it is to work for you. yes, it is baby. you were better to us than we’ve been to ourselves. for us, there’s you and there ain’t nobody else. stop (stop) and thank you, baby. we just want to stop (stop) and thank you, baby. how sweet it is to be hired by you. tell the truth, baby. how sweet it is to be hired by you. well, it’s like sugar in our soul. how sweet it is to be hired by you. oh yes it is baby.