Vernon was a company man   He kept his hair trimmed short and his side burns shaved   He was a Brill Cream man   He liked swiss and ham   He drank beer out of the can on Saturdays   He was a company man      Vernon was a company man   His hat glommed onto his head like a bottle cap   His face read like a topographical map   And he would chat like a bird   When there was 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