(instrumental intro)

Elevator... it doesn't seem to work at all.
See the number of employees who stand 'round waiting.
How can they get away... with sayin' "they'll have it fixed right away"?
That's why we'll use the stairwell; a climb we've hated.

Isn't that the way they said we should go?
They're no more help than that.
There's no service number, and we can't find it.
We've tried to call, but we're still in a bind; we don't know...
How far there is to go, and will they fix it well.
Those crowds of workers: herds, on whom this fate befell.
It would be just unreal: disaster for lunchtime meals.

(instrumental break)

Elevator... it doesn't seem to work at all.
When I called their number, they just said, "maybe."
Work in this big high-rise;
Up flights of stairwells we must climb.
It's such a waste of time.

Isn't that the way they said we should go?
They're no more help than that.
There's no service number, and we can't find it.
We've tried to call, but we're still in a bind; we don't know...
How far there is to go, and will they fix it well.
Those crowds of workers: herds, on whom this fate befell.
It would be just unreal: disaster for lunchtime meals.

Slow-go, slow-go... we're all just spinning wheels.

Elevator... still not repaired, but "service called."
There's no there who has the answers to talk to.
Ten-flight stairway climb: an exercise that wastes our time.
This should be a crime...

Isn't that the way they said we should go?
They're no more help than that.
There's no service number, and we can't find it.
We've tried to call, but we're still in a bind; we don't know...
How far there is to go, and will they fix it well.
Those crowds of workers: herds, on whom this fate befell.
It would be just unreal: disaster for lunchtime meals.

(instrumental ending)