I don't have all day to talk to a machine
The waiting on hold can make one mean
All I want to do is ask a question
But, I'm weaved through a tree of deception
I entered my numbers on the telephone dial
But, I'll be asked for them again in just a while
No matter which option on the menu I choose
I'll transferred out to some other stooge
I hold here on this line, I've been waiting a long time
My frustration seems to continue to mount
But, I don't want them to hear me pout
I'll be so happy to hear a human voice
My anger will leave and I'll rejoice
I twiddle my thumbs as I sit in the chair
The music on hold just sounds like air
They say it's supposed to soothe the soul
It just makes the blood inside me boil
Please pick up the phone,
I know there is someone home
When will they get to me,
I have a life can't you see
