[verse 1] The printer’s jammed again, third time before lunch, Janet swears she never touched it — but it’s spitting out a crunch. HR can’t find their payroll file, Accounts forgot the password (again) by a mile. The boss walks in with that innocent face, Drops a ticking time bomb on my workspace. [chorus] It’s the Hot Potato Symphony, Everybody tossin’ misery, Like flaming tubers flyin’ all around — Guess who’s stuck when they hit the ground? Ouch! Ouch! Somebody help me! Pass it to IT! IT! IT! [verse 2] Marketing’s crying — “Our slideshow’s dead!” Turns out they unplugged it to charge their headset. Legal can’t print, they’re out of ink, Facilities just shrugs and goes for a drink. I patch, I reboot, I juggle, I pray, And the Wi-Fi ghosts keep haunting my day. [chorus] It’s the Hot Potato Symphony, Problems passed around with glee, Every chorus hits a higher note, Till I’m juggling fire in a polyester coat. Catch! Toss! Don’t let it fry! It always lands with IT! IT! IT! [bridge] I’m the maestro of mayhem, conductor of pain, Ticket queue rising like a runaway train. They throw their flaming spuds in a digital stream, While I’m peeling back chaos in a fever dream. [chorus] Hot Potato Symphony, Corporate calamity, From Outlook crashes to mystery beeps, I’m the sleepless shepherd of everyone’s sheep. Boom! Zap! Sparks in the sky! But hey… at least the Wi-Fi didn’t die. [outro] So toss me your taters, your fires, your dread, I’ll roast ‘em all daily ‘til I’m burnt to a shred. Encore, encore, the office will sing: “Give it to IT! IT! IT!” [end]
