Hi guys!

got this from the Access Comp List.

sharon

Click Here Blues

I'm feeling so low; I can look up at my shoes.
> My sanity, Babe, I'm about to lose.
> You want to know why? I'll give you the news.
> Baby, I done got the "click here" blues.
> I had me a problem with my student loan.
> I needed some help, so I picked up the phone.
> I spent maybe four or five minutes on hold,
> While the tape about the company's website told.
> It kept saying "go to our website."
> We can sure help you there.
> You'll get the fastest service you can find anywhere.
> Go to WWW; click here; log in.
> It's easy and fast and besides, its in.
> But I wanted a human being to help me with this.
> I don't want some fancy website; I don't need all this.
> Please let me talk to someone
> You know what I mean?
> I want to work with a human;
> I don't want no machine.
> So I sat me on hold for twenty minutes more.
> Then, I finally got a human; darn near fell on the floor.
> But when I tried to tell her what my problem was,
> She said to me so sweetly,
> That's what our website does.
> We can't help you here.
> You need to go online.
> It's the in thing to do Dear.
> And it sure works fine.
> So, here's a password for you.
> Have a wonderful day.
> Then she hung up on me;
> There was nothing more I could say.
> So, I went up to their website.
> There were "click heres" everywhere.
> Edit and combo boxes ;
> and I was pulling out my hair.
> The password's not a word at all;
> It's a combo I can't believe.
> And I have to type it a certain way;
> Or the site will tell me to leave.
> I threw away my computer and I went to Woody's Bar.
> I wanted me a strong drink, but I didn't get that far.
> At each place on the bar, right where I'd set a beer,
> There were computer monitors which said,
> Would you like a Miller?  Click here.
> So I just turned around and went home again.
> It was about half past five.
> My wife was fixing dinner.
> Company was about to arrive.
> Then she said, "Come see our new microwave."
> "It's on the counter over here."
> "You don't need a timer to cook things in it."
> "You just point to what you want and click here."
> I done lost my mind.
> And they put me away.
> Out here on the funny farm.
> Been here sinse last Friday.
> But I ain't getting much rest.
> Why is perfectly clear.
> When I went to lunch they told me,
> Just take what you want, then click here.
> I can't believe we've come to this.
> Where are the humans? Where?
> There's no one around to help you anymore.
> You're just told to click here or click there.
> And when you complain or rave, it don't do you any good.
> They just keep saying "click here;" "click here." It's like they're made
> of
> wood.
> I sure hope the afterlife is nothing like this space.
> I hope it's nice and simple with no click heres all over the place. But I
> can just imagine how it will be at the pearly gates as I draw near. I'll
> probably see some sign that says, Want to come in? Click here.