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I CAN'T GET NO SATISFACTION


With apologies to the Rolling Stones


Instead of taking a walk in the fresh air

I am stuck at work in my chair

Making out forms in triplicates

Sending memos to cover my ass


People say: get another job

Hey man, outside there is a mob

Who would kill for this menial work

Who live in alleys after dark


After work I go to the pub with my friends

Here the gossip never ends

We are a gang of unmarried hens

Single, divorced, living with men


Once we have put some drinks away

We have the courage to face

The rest of the day

Take the underground to get me home

Where my cat and I live alone


I may be single but there is still work to do

Cooking, cleaning, ironing, even eating

Waiting for my cell phone to ring

For that wasted, addicted man to bring

His body over, get it off the couch


I phone him finally and he is not there

Decide this is the night to dye my hair

Blondes have more fun when they delude themselves

I'll wager if I was worth a few million pounds

I would get satisfaction all around!


Written by joycecarol
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