What can I do?, I've locked up my computer,
the toilet's plugged, call motor-rooter.
Tell them hurry, my manuscript is due today,
why did they say to tell me "write away?"
I'm already doing that, I'm trying to type,
now it smells like the bathroom's ripe.
I hope they fix the toilet quick,
and why did this computer have to get sick?
I've got four more hours to get this all done,
and I thought that writing was supposed to be fun.
I see the work crew, they're here at last,
oh no, they just drove right on past.
Here's my keys, catch them with my car,
and let them know just where we are.
They wouldn't have passed if they had followed their nose,
nothing in here smells like any rose.
I finally got through to the computer technician,
his machine's message said he had went fishin'.
I called another one up and he said "write away",
how does everyone know what I'm doing today.
If I hear those two words one more time ,
when they're done they won't get one dime.
Everything is fine now, and they've got their pay,
I'll beat my deadline if I mail this - "right away."
