Eighty Hours and a Happy Meal

Verse

Well Keegan clocked in Monday, blinked and it’s Friday

Conan’s still debugging from last damn May

Tom’s in the war room living off spite

Eighty-hour weeks and zero daylight

Blood on the keys, sweat on the floor

Tears in the coffee, still asking for more

Pre-chorus

Loyal to the tee, wore the logo proud

Till a spreadsheet screamed louder than we ever got loud

Chorus

Eighty hours and a Happy Meal

Apparently burgers are a bigger deal

Saved the network, saved the day

But fries at midnight? straight to decay

Now Keegan, Conan, Tom stand tall

While Kordia’s lawyers pace the hall

Verse

Incident dinners at two a.m.

Cold chips, flat Coke, saving them again

No silver spoons, no corporate feast

Just keeping prod alive like a wounded beast

Didn’t bill a yacht, didn’t buy a plane

Just fed the crew so they’d still have a brain

Chorus

Eighty hours and a Happy Meal

That’s the crime that made it real

Not fraud, not theft, not some big con

Just eating food while the lights stayed on

Turns out loyalty’s got an expiry date

Right next to “context” on the CFO’s plate

Verse

Enter Eoin, CFO supreme

With a spreadsheet sword and a villain theme

Didn’t fight the breach, didn’t take the call

But boy he swung when the numbers looked small

Counted cents like they were sins

Missed the part where the company wins

Pre-chorus

Never saw Conan half asleep

Never saw Tom hold prod together with hope and caffeine

Never saw Keegan carry the load

Just saw receipts and hit explode

Chorus

Eighty hours and a Happy Meal

Eoin said “that don’t feel ideal”

But feelings ain’t facts and logs don’t lie

And judges don’t blink at a drive-thru pie

Now Eoin’s sweating in a button-down

While truth’s doing laps around courtroom town

Bridge

Logs lined up like a country choir

Emails singing “you’re gonna require

Context, timelines, reason too”

Not “vibes and optics” part one and two

Verse

Keegan said “mate, we did it right”

Conan laughed “see you in court, alright”

Tom tuned his guitar, said “place your bets

I’ll wager fries beat fake regrets”

Chorus

Eighty hours and a Happy Meal

Turns out that’s not a criminal deal

Kordia’s sweating, Eoin’s tight

When facts walk in wearing daylight

Yeah funny how truth don’t fold

And companies lose when the story’s told

Outro

So here’s to Keegan, Conan, Tom

Worked like dogs till the thanks went numb

In cyber and country one thing is true

You don’t screw your best then expect to win too

Steel guitar. Mic drop. Court adjourned. Laughter in the gallery.