You're Fired!

You’re Fired! He was among the best there were He had reached the top of the heap But his career would soon be over And he would start to feel the heat He had attracted plenty of money But soon it would go up in smoke He was stuffed as everyone knew Others thought of him as a joke So now he had served his purpose He would be fired that very night Poor guy sitting on the woodpile Waiting for someone with a light But he went out with such a bang That evening he was smoking hot Remembering fifth of November That treason should not be forgot