Lyrics

It's 6:00 pm, maybe 6:30
I'm in the kitchen trying to get myself together
t.v.'s on, homework's undone
I'm trying to rise above the roar of this routine
Call me up on the line
hoping that I'll hang on for the message...

but I've got one pot boiling
two kids crying and a third one on the way
I'm overdrawn and I'm under paid
did you call to help me some way?

MISTER TELEMARKETING MAN,
YOU'VE CAUGHT ME ONCE AGAIN
AND I'D TALK TO YOU, GIVE ME SOMETHING NEW
TELL ME WHAT'S THE PLAN?

I feel for you, it's not your fault
I'm sure you've got a host of problems of your own
just this way of making a living
makes me want to bind and gag the business end of the phone.
call me up on the line
hoping that I'll hang on one more time

and I've got one pot boiling,
two kids crying and a stack of bills to pay
I've got too much work and too little money
did you call me to help me some way

CHORUS

Heh mister t.-I've got this pot, you;ll like a lot
It's got a hole, like some folks soul
If you would like, I'll shine it up nice
till all that you're seeking is no longer leaking
and you find yourself within

but I've got one pot boiling
two kids crying and a third one on the way
I'm overdrawn and I'm under paid
did you call to help me some way?

Chorus