Boardroom Chimps

Verse 1

In the glass tower jungle where the suits parade,

The silverback CEOs mark the deals they made.

They pound on the table, they roar at the screen,

But it’s just chest-thumping in Armani sheen.

Verse 2

Dragging their briefcases like branches in the dirt,

They hurl their PowerPoints, pretending they’re not hurt.

Throwing rocks of jargon, polished and rehearsed,

Hoping one big gesture keeps them near the first.

Pre-Chorus

Who’s the loudest in this tower of glass

And how long can his echo last

Chorus

Boardroom chimps, they pound the floor,

Swaggering harder, they roar for more.

Throwing rocks of jargon through the air,

Pretending they’re kings when no one cares—

WHO’S THE REAL ALPHA HERE

Verse 3

See the intern scatter when the alpha struts,

A storm of cufflinks and fragile guts.

They stamp their feet in the quarterly call,

The louder the tantrum, the bigger they fall.

Verse 4

In the boardroom canopy, dominance is king,

Who slaps the floor hardest gets the shiniest ring.

Every growl is scripted, every sneer rehearsed,

But beneath the performance, the thirst is the thirst.

Verse 5

Bananas in the breakroom, stock charts on the wall,

The chimpanzee ladder is a narrow hall.

They puff out their chests in a savage ballet,

But the ground they stomp on is made of clay.

Pre-Chorus

Is this dominance or just display

Will the jungle laugh when it fades away

Chorus

Boardroom chimps, they pound the floor,

Swaggering harder, they roar for more.

Throwing rocks of jargon through the air,

Pretending they’re kings when no one cares—

WHO’S THE REAL ALPHA HERE

Verse 6

One drags a branch made of merger deals,

Another slams forecasts with spinning wheels.

The troop applauds the most dazzling show,

Forgetting the jungle has seen it all grow.

Verse 7

Tie knotted tight like a strangling vine,

They roar about “vision,” they roar about “time.”

But it’s all just theatre, testosterone smoke,

A ritual display to ensure they don’t choke.

Verse 8

The bigger the swagger, the brighter the stage,

The longer they keep their rivals in a cage.

But behind the curtain, they’re scared little boys,

Hurling corporate rocks instead of toys.

Pre-Chorus

Who’s the alpha when the lights go dim

And who still follows after him

Chorus

Boardroom chimps, they pound the floor,

Swaggering harder, they roar for more.

Throwing rocks of jargon through the air,

Pretending they’re kings when no one cares—

WHO’S THE REAL ALPHA HERE

Bridge

Behind the roar, there’s a trembling hand,

Behind the stance, shifting sand.

Dominance rituals in a business disguise,

The jungle sees truth in frightened eyes.

Verse 9

Watch them posture in the quarterly dance,

Every sideways glare is a sideways chance.

Climbing ladders built on fragile pride,

They forget evolution is watching inside.

Verse 10

The assistant giggles at the growling show,

She knows which alpha won’t last long though.

For the jungle has rules you can’t finesse—

A bruised ego smells like weakness.

Pre-Chorus

Does swagger mean power or just pretend

And where does the ladder really end

Chorus

Boardroom chimps, they pound the floor,

Swaggering harder, they roar for more.

Throwing rocks of jargon through the air,

Pretending they’re kings when no one cares—

WHO’S THE REAL ALPHA HERE

Verse 11

They slap down memos, they beat their chests,

Proclaiming themselves as the very best.

But every empire crumbles when the drums go still,

And the forest crowns a new king of will.

Verse 12

So stamp and swagger, drag your branch along,

Throw rocks of revenue, sing your dominance song.

But the jungle remembers what the boardroom forgets:

It’s not who shouts louder, it’s who pays their debts.

Verse 13

The market’s a mirror, and the mirror’s cold,

No branch to drag, no tale to be told.

When the swagger fades and the lights go dim,

It’s the quiet chimp who just might win.

Pre-Chorus

Can you scare your rivals with your roar

Or are you just noise at the boardroom door

Chorus

Boardroom chimps, they pound the floor,

Swaggering harder, they roar for more.

Throwing rocks of jargon through the air,

Pretending they’re kings when no one cares—

WHO’S THE REAL ALPHA HERE

Outro

So let them dance in their boardroom trance,

Stamp and slap in a fragile stance.

The jungle laughs at the corporate play,

Another alpha crowned today.