It's eight A.M. on a Monday
I'm already getting a page.
There's a rush job at the hospital
And the customer's all in a rage.

She says "Pooch, this damn copier's down again!
It's giving me some kind of code.
And it's jammed and I think
That it needs some dry ink.
And it won't go into staple mode."

Oh, la de dah, de-de-dah.
La dah, de de da-a-a-h . . .

(CHORUS)
Fix it right now, you're the copier man.
Fix it and don't be late!
Oh, we're all standing here with our copy jobs.
And we're too important to wait!

Now Kay runs her low-volume copier
At five thousand copies a day.
So I'm in there each week,
And it just makes her freak,
She'd upgrade, but she's too cheap to pay!

At the law firm they have an emergency.
Their file clerk has broken the glass,
And I know her mistake,
Was in trying to make
A copy of her naked @$$!"

Oh, la de dah, de-de-dah.
La dah, de de da-a-a-h . . .

(CHORUS)

There's a toner alarm at the bookstore,
And the problem is always the same,
'Cause the Key Op is Daniel,
who won't read the manual
And probably can't spell his name.

And this techie is practicing politics
As I teach him to change it again.
Yes, I know that he'll just call me anyway,
But it's not worth my job to complain.

(CHORUS)

It's a pretty good day for a Monday
And my manager gives me a call,
'Cause he likes to give praise,
(Since he won't give a raise!)
The economy's tough after all . . .

And the customer screams like an animal
'Cause the fault code is one she can't clear.
And I pull out a jam and put in a new cam,
And say "Man, what am I doing here?"

(CHORUS)