Well, it’s time to raise a fuss
and it’s time to raise a holler
About diminishing returns
from the corporate dollar
I just heard from my boss
who governs me
If I don’t save the cash
he’s gonna fire me
Sometimes I wonder
What I’m gonna do
If there ain’t no cure
For the summertime blues
The purchaser he told me to
go beat on the supplier
That his margins must be high
while ours are under the wire
So I talked to the supplier
he said that costs were elevated
He was losing all his money
at the rates we had created
Sometimes I wonder
What I’m gonna do
If there ain’t no cure
For the summertime blues
So I found a consultant
told her about my problems
She discovered that
the supplier was just stalling
Material costs were falling
and the exchange rate was fair
I had wasted all my time
just pulling out all my hair
Next time I have a problem
I’ll find me a solution
I’ll find a sourcing expert
and get my retribution
No more will I wonder
What I’m gonna do
I’ll find me a cure
For the summertime blues