Our Records Supervisor knows he has the most boring job in the world. So if he has a mundane email notification about, I don’t know, photocopying or something, he likes to add a little flava. You know, like Grandmaster Flash would do…
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under
Piles of paper everywhere
People send it to the printer,
Seems they just don’t care
We don’t need the volume, don’t need the stress
Got a job to do, don’t need to tidy up this mess
Try to do a print job, but just can’t get it out
Blockage in the output tray, it makes me wanna shout
I tried to get rid, but I couldn’t trace the owner
Got me so hyped up, and now the damn thing’s out of toner
Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
I’m tryin’ not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under
It’s not that people use it and print out what they do
It’s just they gotta think about it first, then pick their prints up too
Cause it all piles up, til there ain’t no room to move
And takin’ time to sort it out, just gets me outta groove
It’s a waste of paper, a waste of cash
A waste of time, and it just can’t last
It ain’t got no transmission, it ain’t got no ignition
Damn machine’s all outta action, gotta call the technician
Short fuse, excuse, I don’t wanna lose
Can’t make it go away, it’s gonna turn me to the booze
A psycho sideshow, feel I can’t know
How to just go with the flow, I swear, I don’t see where to go
Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
I’m tryin’ not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under
So if you’ve printed anythin’ out
And not collected it, then be in no doubt
You have until Friday, 4pm
To collect that sucka or it’s goin’ in the bin*
We won’t throw the prints that come on that day
But it’s time to tell you, it’s time to say
Please think before you print, and if you need to go ahead
But remember to collect it, and remember what I said
It’s a cost to the Council, cost to ratepayers
And if there’s one thing we don’t need, it’s a bunch of naysayers
Accusin’ us of wastin’ from an overflowin’ cup
Might not seem like much, but it all adds up
Children, parents, fathers, mothers
Silver tops, and students, even tree huggers
They say: “we pay, we’ll have our say”
So don’t be wastin’ all that paper, and we can make the grade
So print what you need, and print it once
Don’t hit the send again, just cause you have the choice
It all costs money, it all wears the parts
It increases all the downtime when the printer won’t start
It’s wastin’ our resources, so try to be keen
To remember the environment, remember to be green
It seems I send this message out every single year
And now it’s got me so mad that I’m tearin’ out my hair**
But now it’s time for me to move on
I got work to do, got to get back on song, so
Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
I’m tryin’ not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under
Got The Message?
