It's time to open the Bebo Songbook again. I'm not telling the song in advance, since you'll figure it out soon enough. I've got a theme going this season it appears...Dumb Rob, there's no need to feel down.
And yeah, dumb Sean, pick yourself off the ground.
I said, dumb men, you are in a new tribe
there's no need to be unhappy.
Dumb men, there is work you can do.
I said, dumb men, with the other Rotu.
You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find
many ways to join the grind.
It's work not play at the R-O-T-U.
It's work not play at the R-O-T-U.
They have everything for you men to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...
It's work not play at the R-O-T-U.
It's work not play at the R-O-T-U.
You sit on your a$$, and get fed a good meal,
You can whine as much you feel ...
Dumb men, are you listening to me?
I said, dumb men, griping 'bout slavery?
I said, dumb men, you can still save your hide.
But you got to know this one thing!
No man does it all by himself.
I said, dumb men, put your pride on the shelf,
And just shut up, while you're with the Rotu
And they might just let you stay.
It's work not play at the R-O-T-U.
It's work not play at the R-O-T-U.
They will make you work, and may not call you jerk
At least not right to your face...
It's work not play at the R-O-T-U.
It's work not play at the R-O-T-U.
You can piss off the babes, you can piss off the gays,
Just go vent about what you feel ...
Dumb men, how is it in your shoes.
I said, knowing this twist you wouldn't choose.
Because Rotu doesn't want you alive.
You are just a big annoyance ...
Let's see how you strategize now
Since you've now lost your compliant young cow
And are stuck with the new tribe of Rotu
They can send you packing so fast.
It's work not play at the R-O-T-U.
It's work not play at the R-O-T-U.
They have everything for you men to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...
R-O-T-U ... They'll snuff your torch at the R-O-T-U.
Dumb men, dumb men, there's no need to feel down.
Dumb men, don't fear the sausage around.
R-O-T-U ... They'll snuff your torch at the R-O-T-U.
Dumb men, dumb men, what a risk to lie down.
Dumb men, dumb men, get yourself off the ground.
R-O-T-U ... They'll snuff your torch at the R-O-T-U.
Dumb men, dumb men, are you listening to me?
Dumb men, dumb men, what do you wanna be?
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