Frump: Oh, me too, me too, Mr. Twimble!
I know exactly what you mean.
From now on . . .
I'll play it the company way,
Wherever the company puts me
There'll I'll stay.
Whatever the company tells him
That he'll do.
Whatever my uncle may think,
I think so too.
He's beaming with company pride.
I've conquered that overambitious rat inside.
Old Bud is no longer the Frump he used to be.
I pledge to the company sweet conformity.
I will someday earn my medal:
Twenty-five year employee.
I'll see to it that the medal
Is the only thing they'll ever pin on me.
The Frump way is the company way.
Executive policy is by him OK.
I'll never be president,
But there's one thing clear,
As long as my uncle can stand me,
I will still be here.
We know the company may like or lump any man,
And if they choose to the company may dump any man;
But they will never dump Frump, the company man.
Frump will play it the company,
Frump will play it the company,
Frump will play it the company way!