[verse]

The dealership doors are locked I pour myself a drink

In my black polo shirt still tired gotta think

I thought the grass was greener back when they were techs

Now they wear the button-downs chasing bigger checks

I made them managers to light the crew up right

Aaron and Jesse got a brand new fight

They sit across from me in that glass cube of pain

Where the volume never stops and the effort’s all in vain

[chorus]

I got that GM slow burn creeping up my spine

My sales managers are kings of the drama line

I hate their footsteps when they knock on my door

Arguing discounts and trades wanting more

But I love that paper trail shining like the sun

Service Department’s gold the real work gets done

Those two bays are humming keeping profits tight

While the Sales cube’s chaos haunts me every night

[verse]

Aaron’s got a PowerPoint Jesse’s got complaints

Spiffs aren’t high enough they’re losing all their saints

They fight about the ratios the CRM logs too

Like spoiled dogs barking over who gets the view

Dan the blue car’s dead the customer walked away

Dan my best guy quit cause Jesse made him pay

I lean back in my chair take a silent sip

Their constant bickering puts a tremor on my lip

[chorus]

I got that GM slow burn creeping up my spine

My sales managers are kings of the drama line

I hate their footsteps when they knock on my door

Arguing discounts and trades wanting more

But I love that paper trail shining like the sun

Service Department’s gold the real work gets done

Those two bays are humming keeping profits tight

While the Sales cube’s chaos haunts me every night

[bridge]

From oil changes waiting to fender repairs

The cash flows steady like nobody cares

Service Manager nods shakes my hand so neat

He never comes crying bout his own defeat

But Aaron and Jesse man they never rest

Their sales meetings drain me I hate that mess

The only peace I get is seeing those P&L

Service is the backbone running smooth and well

[chorus]

I got that GM slow burn creeping up my spine

My sales managers are kings of the drama line

I hate their footsteps when they knock on my door

Arguing discounts and trades wanting more

But I love that paper trail shining like the sun

Service Department’s gold the real work gets done

Those two bays are humming keeping profits tight

While the Sales cube’s chaos haunts me every night

[outro]