Lathered up and weepy   The informant told me   And none too sympathetic   That our run would turn   And standing sent to burn   In decisions, hard print and whatever   Here they come to register   You might have to get in line and take a number   Yeah, we aim to please   Missing the mark   Fall over ourselves to bother   Put out and steely   Annoyed and chaining daisies   Another quick sentence in passing   Another judge and jury   It's been a misfortune investing   Hasn't return been steady   Complaints have been far and few between   The idiotic, close and many   Please hold the line or try another number   Yeah we may seem cold   But it's just because we've been a little snowed under      You can't be serious   Oh, Lord, and if you are   Please don't ask the same of us