Can't Get It Up

© 1990 Stephen Savitzky. CC-by-nc-sa.

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Slow waltz time, C&W style.

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	I went	into my office this morning;

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The com	puter had croaked over	night.

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The	screen looked like subway graff	iti,

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The disk crashed when I turned on the	light.

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The re	pairman came in; he was baffled;

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He	swapped every board in his	pack,

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Then	went out in search of an	expert,

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With no	mention of when he'd be	back.

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Hey,	Bartender, bring	me	a	bottle,

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And I'll	hope, as I swill down my	beer

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He can	get my machine	up	and	running

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At	least maybe sometime this	year.

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Some time this year, some time this year;

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He can get my machine up and running

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At least maybe sometime this year.

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Have you heard the bad news about NASA:

They have troubles on Earth and in space;

Once they raced to the moon in one decade,

Now they're not even running in place.

They're hitching their rides from the Russians

To a station that leaks like a sieve

And it looks like soon Congress will tell them

That they have no more money to give.

Hey, Bartender, pour me some whiskey,

And I'll wish as I lift up my glass

That NASA would learn from the Phoenix,

How to light fire under its ass.

Last night after work I met Gladys

In a bar at the local hotel.

She said, ``My husband Joe was a good man

But lately he ain't doin' well;

He's getting all old and decrepit,

And now when I take him to bed,

Where he used to be hot for my loving,

He just snores and rolls over instead.''

Hey, Bartender, brew me some coffee,

And I'll drink with the dregs in my cup

To all those unfortunate losers

Who sometimes just can't it up!

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