So Luke has left
He is on his way
To join Rolls-Royce
At the end of May

His job here has expired
Now he has gone to Royce's to retire
His work all done, torn up his CV
At the tender age of twenty-three

Ted on his knees pleading Luke to stay
But Applied could not match his pay
Notice in and celebration planned
Now Luke is off for thirty grand

So come to his bash
He is not coming back
He's off to Royce's
To drink the tea and spout the crap

His feet under the desk, no need to plot
He'll be fast-tracked to the top
A Senior Exec. will be his fate
Anymore jobs going at Royce's mate?

Have a good time and go for broke
It could not happen to a nicer bloke
So it is good luck Luke we all agree
And mine's a pint of Pedigree!

The only downside I can see
Is all that eating and drinking tea
Vigorous exercise will be his only course
Or he will get as fat as Morse