Company Way

Finch: Mr. Twimble, you've been with this company a long time,

haven't you?

Mr. Twimble: Long, long time

Just last month, that became a quarter of a century now

Finch: That's beautiful! Gee...a quarter of a century

And how long have you been in the male room?

Mr.Twimble: 25 years

Yep, it takes a combination of skill, diplomacy

and bold caution!

(with music)

MR. TWIMBLE: When I joined this firm

As a brash young man.

Well I said to myself: now brash young man.

Don't get any ideas.

Well, I stuck to that

And haven't had one in years.

FINCH: You play it safe!

MR. TWIMBLE: I play it the company way.

Wherever the company puts me

There I'll stay.

FINCH: But what's your point of view?

MR. TWIMBLE: I have no point of view!

FINCH: Supposing the company thinks that...

MR. TWIMBLE: I think so too!

FINCH: Now, what would you say...

MR. TWIMBLE: I wouldn't say!

FINCH: Your face is a company face...

MR. TWIMBLE: It smiles at executives

then goes back in place!

FINCH: The company furniture...

MR. TWIMBLE: always suits me fine!

FINCH: The company letterhead is..

MR. TWIMBLE: A Valentine!

FINCH: Is there anything you're against?

MR. TWIMBLE: Unemployment!

FINCH: When they want brilliant thinking from employees...

MR. TWIMBLE: That is no concern of mine.

FINCH: Suppose a man of genius makes suggestions....

MR. TWIMBLE: Watch that genius get suggested to resign?

FINCH: So, You play it the company way.

MR. TWIMBLE: Oh, company policy is by me ok.

FINCH: You'll never rise up to the top...

MR. TWIMBLE: But there's one thing clear,

Whoever the company fires

I will still be here!

FINCH: You certainly found a home.

MR. TWIMBLE: It's cozy...

FINCH: Your brain is a company brain.

MR. TWIMBLE: The company washed it,

Now I can't complain.

FINCH: The company magazine...

MR. TWIMBLE: Boy! What style, what punch

FINCH: The company restaurant!

MR. TWIMBLE: Ev'ry day same lunch.

Their hattock sandwich, it's delicious.

FINCH: I must try it!

MR. TWIMBLE: Early in the week.

FINCH: Do you have any hobbies?

MR. TWIMBLE: I've a hobby,

I play gin with Mr. Bratt.

FINCH: And do you play it nicely?

MR. TWIMBLE: Play it nicely,

still he blitzes me in every game like that!

FINCH: Why?

MR. TWIMBLE: 'Cause I play it the company way.

MR. TWIMBLE: Executive policy is by me ok.

FINCH: But how can you get anywhere?

MR. TWIMBLE: Junior have no fear.

Whoever the company fires

I will still be here.

FINCH: You will still be here.

MR. TWIMBLE: Year, after year, after fiscal,

BOTH: Never take a risko.

Yeeeear!