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FUMBLING AS FAST AS I CAN (Linda Chobotuk) I'm the one at the counter that gives you the form to fill out And it's faded and blurry and written in Sanscrit no doubt But if you could read it you wouldn't, there's no need to shout I'm fumbling as fast as I can The system is down; sure we do it just so's you'll be late And we can't get the parts 'cause the hardware is years out of date And they even short-ship us on pencils, you'll just have to wait And I'm fumbling as fast as I can I get no respect and the pay has been frozen for years And it's quit or I die, there's no chance of promotion it's clear But strangest of all I mostly don't mind working here And I'm fumbling as fast as I can Two counters, three phone lines, the xerox, a cashbox and me And a three-inch thick rule book laid down by those I don't see If I don't seem quite human, forgive me, I've no time to be And I'm fumbling as fast as I can I'm the one at the counter that gives you the form to fill out And it's faded and blurry and written in Sanscrit no doubt But if you could read it you wouldn't, there's no need to shout I'm fumbling as fast as I can [You may wish to cross-ref BREAKFAST CAPERS & ON A MONDAY MORNING- AJS] @work filename[ FUMBFAST AJS apr97  8note Sheet |
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