[Intro] [horns and skank, full band on the downbeat] [Verse 1] [voice: female, sung, teasing] You said the thing would type it all, you said we'd rent the cottage in the fall, I bought the sandals and the hat — you've been on calls since. How about that? [voice: male, sung, harried, fast] It does type it all! It types all day! It types a hillside by the time I've found my way, and every scrap of it wants a yes or no from me — the typing's easy — all the choosing's left to me. [Chorus] [voice: male and female, together] Twice the work and half the lunch, it writes it fast and I sign every hunch, we were meant to rest on laurels — now the laurels need review. [Verse 2] [voice: male, sung, counting on fingers] Which box, which rollout, should it wait until the morning, should the button live up here, can it merge it without warning, it's a heap of little forks and I'm the one who picks the road, and my head's a railway junction where the points have frozen cold. [voice: female, sung] Your mate Dima pastes it through and he's home by half past five. [voice: male, sung, guilty] And some Fridays, love, I'd swap with him and not think twice. [voice: female, sung] So be Dima! [voice: male, sung] Then who reads it? Someone's got to read it, June. [voice: female, sung, firm] Then read it on the ferry, 'cause it leaves this afternoon. [Chorus] [voice: male and female, together] Twice the work and half the lunch — the laurels need review. [Bridge] [band drops to skank and organ] [voice: male, sung, alone, slower] She's on the ferry. I'm on a call. Her hat's on the hook in the hall. The thing just asked me one more thing. I said yes. I think. [Chorus] [full band crash back in] [voice: male, sung, alone] Twice the work. [Outro] [horn stab, button ending]
