These Bastards Got Me On Hold
These bastards got me on hold
These bastards got me on hold
Why the hell can't I just talk to a person
Like so many years ago?
By the time they answer their damn phone
I'll be too fuckin' old
Trying to do one simple thing
Why dos this shit take so long?
I'm still on hold with these bastards
Long enough to write an entire song
Had time to smoke a few cigarettes
And got annoyed hearing that elevator music that they played
I thought all I wanted to do is one damn simple thing
So I got bored and impatient and this is how this song got made
(Chorus)
These bastards got me on hold
These bastards got me on hold
Why the hell can't I just talk to a person
Like so many years ago?
By the time they answer the phone
I'll be too fuckin' old
I rmember way back when, you could easily speak to another human being
And now every time that you call a place
You're stuck listening to some stupid ass machine
Pushing lots of buttons on the phone,
Just to talk to someone for a damn minute or two
Gtting a hold of somebody
Shouldn't be that fucking hard of a thing to do
But, you spend more time listening to that voice on the phone
Than to the person you're trying to speak with
I thought I could sit and play Monopoly right now if I wasn't sitting here alone
And whoever won
I'd be glad for them
Cause I think that might be when these bastards take me off hold
Would be when the Monopoly game would end
(Repeat Chorus)
On hold
On hold
On hold
On hold
On hold
These bastards got me on hold
These bastards got me hold
These bastards got me on hold
On hold
On hold
On hold
Thesee bastards got me on hold.
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