'FOR THE ATTENTION OF MR ANXIETY...' I'm hereby giving Notice of my clear intent: Your days are numbered. We'll stay together; We're not parting company. But a change is near. Very, very soon I'll kick your virulent ass Firmly, and daily. You've been "boss" too long. We're due a power transfer. I. Will. Kick. Your. Arse. You'll beg for mercy And I will give you little 'Cause I'll be in charge. You've made me cry hard And curl up into a ball Shaking so wildly. You kicked me when down; You pushed me to the cliff's edge. You're a vile bully. But things often change; I could only take so much. So now it's my turn. New sheriff in town; New captain in the big chair; Time for you to run. So hear this clearly: You might win a fight or two But I'll win the war.