*sigh* I suppose since I brought it up, I must bring out the entire shame....
Monday morning, the lights are bright
Soon the boss comes into sight
A stack of papers in hand, onto your desk they land
"These all need to be faxed.
So when you get a chaaaaance."
You are the Faxing Queen, the newest one on the office team
Faxing Queen, hear the beat on the fax machine, ooh yeah
You can fax, you can type, having the time of your life
Ooo, see that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the Faxing Queen.
Utterly terrible. And yet it pops into my head now every time I must fax. Everything is ruined forever!
Not terrible... rather genius I think :-) I kinda wish I came up with it...
Hee, thanks. But if you'd come up with it, then you'd have to live in a brain like mine that spontaneously comes up with nonsense like this on a regular basis. Mine is the subconscious that gave me the dream of Attack of the Zombie Kittens, after all.
Also, on rereading, I realized that I'd mucked up a word, so I've now edited the song-post. Because 'beat' was in the original song, and in my version it's 'beep'. Fax machines beep!