Lyrics

It started with one, just a form to sign,
Then came another—oh, that’s just fine.
But then from the shadows, more started to grow,
Stacks upon stacks, row after row!
HR stood grinning, their eyes full of glee,
“The deadline is Monday, don’t blame it on me.”
Binders and folders, a bureaucratic flood,
My pen starts shaking, I feel it in my blood.
No time for lunch, no time for sleep,
Just documents piled in a mountain so steep!
Oh, I’m drowning in forms, lost in the tide!
Stapled and shredded, with nowhere to hide!
The walls are collapsing, I let out a scream,
Death by paperwork—what a terrible dream!
The printer starts flashing—“Error: Out of Ink.”
My will to go on? Now starting to sink.
The scanner is jammed, the copier’s cursed,
I submit my report… Oh God, there’s a worse version!
Emails keep coming, all flagged as urgent,
A task list so long, it’s basically sentient.
Coffee’s my weapon, but it’s losing its might,
My keyboard is cracking from how hard I type.
I whisper a prayer to the gods of Excel,
But deep in my heart… I know this is hell.
Oh, I’m drowning in forms, lost in the tide!
Stapled and shredded, with nowhere to hide!
The boss walks by with “One more for you!”
Tell my family… I did what I could do.
Buried alive in a cubicle tomb,
Sticky notes whispering tales of my doom.
The fax machine laughs, the whiteboard’s a ghost,
I’m trapped in the system, I’m already toast!
Oh, I’m drowning in forms, hear my last plea!
Tell my children… never work in HR, please!
The stacks are rising, the toner runs red,
If I don’t make it—just forge it instead!
And so my tale ends, in the land of despair,
Crushed under spreadsheets, gasping for air.
But one thing’s for sure, one thing is true…
Tomorrow’s Monday—so it starts anew.