By Brenda Sutton
I spent a good deal of my time before becoming
a web mistress working temporary assignments. This song is a product of
some of the more mind-numbing experiences I had as a temp.
Em---/Am, Em--/Am-, A7-/Am,
B7, A7, B7//
Am- A7-/ D- Bm/Am-A7-/B7--A7
Tedium--I am a
victim of tedium.
This job of mine is truly trés humdrim,
And when I'm done
I go home, I eat, I sleep, and then it all repeats (with)
should have gotten a lobotomy.
A ripe tomato's what I ought to be,
For this I studied Plato? I feel like a potato!
Repitition is hypnotic. My synapses are so automatic.
I'd be better off were I robotic.
I tried some meditation...it soon became sedation.
Slavery--I thought they'd done away with slavery.
They get much more than what they paid for me.
Set me free!
I'm sinking in depression with this goddamn recession.
mind is wandering in fantasy.
All this excitement's overcoming me.
No, the work is not hard...you just need a donor card.
Thank God that
it's temporary, or I know I'd commit hari-kari.
It's not bad, it's just so ordinary.
I'm really a musician...How'd I get to this position?
could do all my work on laudinum.
I do the same damn thing ad nauseum
Alas! It's the Temporary Tango!