My desk oh lord my desk.

I can no longer sit at my poor little desk.

Ive eaten everyday at this poor little desk

and now it is a horrible horrible mess.

There are piles to my right and piles to my left

One is a collection of self help books

another pile is a bunch of manuals for selling

used computer parts and diesel exhaust systems.

But I cant let this bother me as my boss is a bear

He's got stains in his pits and some comb over hair.

And Im pumping out cold calls and filling out forms

My desk is a germ quagmire and my life is forlorn.