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The Contractor (Kenny Rogers)

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    The Contractor (Kenny Rogers)

    The Contractor (Based on 'The Gambler' by Kenny Rogers)

    On a warm summer’s eve
    On a train bound from London
    I met up with a contractor
    We were both too tired to tweet
    So we took turns on LinkedIn
    At the windows on the tablet
    The boredom overtook us
    And he began to speak

    He said, “Son, I’ve made a life
    Out of writing software pages
    Knowin what the codes were
    By the way they that they compiled
    If you don’t mind me a sayin
    I can see you’re out of Facebook
    For a taste of your Starbucks
    I’ll give you some advice

    So I handed him my grande
    And he drank down my last swallow
    Then he bummed a handkerchief
    And he asked me for a mint
    And the night got deathly quiet
    And his face lost all expression
    He said “If you’re gonna play the game, boy
    You gotta learn to play it right

    You’ve got to know how to grow them
    Know when to code them
    Know when to walk away
    And know when to run
    You never count your billings
    When you’re sitting with a client
    There’ll be time enough for counting
    When the client’s gone

    Now every contractor knows
    That the secret to surviving
    Is knowing what the client will pay
    And knowing what’s too steep
    Cause every contracts a winner
    And every agent’s a loser
    And the best that you can hope for
    Is to die in your sleep

    And when he finished speakin’
    He went back to his tablet
    Crushed out his grande cup
    And faded off to sleep
    And somewhere in the darkness
    The Contactor he broke even
    But in his final words
    I found an ace that I could keep

    You’ve got to know when to throw them
    Know when to code them
    Know when to walk away
    And know when to run
    You never count your billings
    When you’re sitting with a client
    There’ll be time enough for counting
    When the client’s gone
    Last edited by PurpleGorilla; 8 April 2016, 13:13.
    http://www.cih.org/news-article/disp...housing_market

    #2
    Fancy doing a special guest slot?

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      #3
      Now look at them boomers that's the way you do it
      You rent BTLs to Generation Y
      That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
      Money for nothin' and chicks for free
      Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
      Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
      Maybe get a blister on your little finger
      Maybe get a blister on your thumb

      We gotta install microwave ovens
      Custom kitchen deliveries
      We gotta move these refrigerators
      We gotta move these colour TV's

      See the little faggot with the Zimmer and 4 flats
      Yeah buddy that's his own hair
      That little faggot got his own jet airplane
      That little faggot he's a millionaire

      We gotta install microwave ovens
      Custom kitchens deliveries
      We gotta move these refrigerators
      We gotta move these colour TV's


      I shoulda earned to buy a flat
      I shoulda learned to rent them drums
      Look at that mama, she got Buy to lets in Ballymena
      Man we could have some fun
      And he's up there, what's that? Rental Income?

      Evicting those in arrears like a lordee
      That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
      Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free
      Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.

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        #4
        Originally posted by Martin Scroatman View Post
        Fancy doing a special guest slot?
        No chance lol!
        http://www.cih.org/news-article/disp...housing_market

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          #5
          I think you'll find, most of you fall into this song.

          When you were here before
          Couldn't look you in the eye
          You're just like an angel
          Your skin makes me cry

          You float like a feather
          In a beautiful world
          I wish I was special
          You're so ******' special

          But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
          What the hell am I doing here?
          I don't belong here.

          I don't care if it hurts
          I wanna have control
          I wanna a perfect body
          I wanna a perfect soul

          I want you to notice
          When I'm not around
          You're so ******' special
          I wish I was special

          But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
          What the hell am I doing here?
          I don't belong here.

          She's running out again,
          She's running out
          She's run run run run

          Run

          Whatever makes you happy
          Whatever you want
          You're so ******' special
          I wish I was special

          But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
          What the hell am I doing here?
          I don't belong here.
          I don't belong here.
          What happens in General, stays in General.
          You know what they say about assumptions!

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