It took 15 seconds for the first call to come through When the building lost the network on a tuesday afternoon Adam's already heading for the door To the SEH server room on the tech support floor Today's not turning out as planned His cellphone's really getting jammed
There's a strategies meeting on the 43rd floor Where the powerpoint curtains ain't closin' no more They can't reach the network or the public shared drive And in the finance office it ain't worth being alive The marketing manager's porn Has frozen on his screen and his expression, well it's forlorn
And in the end they all just blame Adam For a fault in Detroit, a hemisphere away! But it's so easy to always blame Adam For a seven point clusterfuck on a boring day
After a call queue that lasts a few aeons With others on hold like the Thames-Barrier flow Adam is told that "We've got a problem" And he calls his manager to let the world know But there ain't no outage in the states Gonna be any relief to the fellow inmates
So in the end they all just blame Adam For an unknown problem that they don't understand "I've got no Google!!" they protest at Adam "I need my Hotmail and Youtube to hand"
But He camps in the woods at the weekends Where the cell signal can't call his name He zorbs with his mates down some hillside Where he's billions of miles from their blame, He does lighting for poets and rock bands And he even gets into their songs On weekdays he's the support guy The one you blame when it all goes wrong
The system goes back up, but just before four But Adam works on for half an hour more 'Cos nobody rang to say that everything's fine But some twat hit the firebell, that's the end of the line Adam has to empty out the floor He's H&S for the area to add to the score
So in the end they all just blame Adam For stalling their meetings to call out their names He makes sure they're present but still they blame Adam For cold tea and soft biscuits and solitaire games
And in the end they all just blame Adam For a fault in Detroit, a hemisphere away! But it's so easy to always blame Adam For a seven point clusterfuck on a boring day