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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!
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