Vernon was a company man
He kept his hair trimmed short and his sideburns shaved
He was a brill cream man, he liked Swiss and ham
He drank beer out the can on saturdays
He was a company man

Vernon was a company man
His hat glommed on to his head like a bottle cap
His face read like a topographical map
And he could chat like a bird when there's nothing to say
He's a company man
He's a company man

Vernon was a company man
He had an ex-wife, an ex-kid, an ex-dog, an ex-house
He played footsie with a dead man's spouse
Then the Marlboro man dug him an early grave
He's a company man
He's a company man