Pardon Me, Ross

INTRO:
Hi there Ross, whatcha say? Step aside partner, it's my day. Bend an ear and listen to my version of a really solid REC-South excursion.
VERSE:
Pardon me Ross, where are the pinch rollers we ordered? "There in PMI... now I'm leaving, good bye." Can you report on the status of our boards? "At REC-South they are stuck... now I'm leaving, good luck."
You leave the comp'ny when we need you, thats a smart thing to do. On the golf course every day, for a round or two. Dinner in this diner, nothing could be finer, than to leave it all behind you and retire.
When you hear the P.A. page you into Lab-R, then you know that trouble cannot be very far. Shovel on the B.S., you just could'nt care less, if we ever find out where are parts are.
There's gonna be a little party when you leave. We won't tell you where, so that you won't be there. We're gonna cry if we never get our boards back. We're glad to loose you, Ross - but where the heck are our boards?
Glad to loose ya, glad to loose ya. Where's our boards?
Glad to loose ya, glad to loose ya. Get our boards.
Glad to loose ya, glad to loose ya. Get our boards.
Glad to loose ya, glad to loose ya.

We're glad to loose you, Ross - but where the heck are our boards?