Coy McCoy's Devious Ploy

In a fancy private school, in rural Illinois Everybody knew ninth-grader Coy McCoy He submitted homework written by "the Wiz" The teachers let it slide cause his dad ran the biz And there was this song known to every schoolboy Coy McCoy's devious ploy Bringing you down brings him joy Stand in his way, and he will destroy With a Coy McCoy's devious ploy Between walls marked by ivies, in echoing halls He would tell vile lies to get favor with the girls Badmouthing his mates, if they stood in the way He finished with Cum Laude but honor went astray Coy McCoy's devious ploy Bringing you down brings him joy Stand in his way, and he will destroy With a Coy McCoy's devious ploy In a sea of gray cubicles, in hushed down tones, Corporate politics is the realm of office drones Experience in these arts shot him near the top Stomping on colleagues, impossible to stop Aiming for the pinnacle Brazen and cynical Another wolf has closed the lids And McCoy's career quickly hit the skids Coy McCoy's devious ploy Bringing you down brings him joy Stand in his way, and he will destroy Until the more powerful set the decoy Sitting on the sidewalk Of the Main street bricks Coy now scrapes a living With cheap parlor tricks