This request came in from one of my original fans, the one who got these songs posted here, Sheepshearinglady. Hope this helps to keep her fingers flying:

Working for a Line Pay
(Sung to the tune of Working in a Coal Mine)

Workin' for a line pay
Goin' down down down.
Workin' for a line pay;
Whap! they cut it down.
Workin' for a line pay
Goin' down down down.
Workin' for a line pay;
Whap! they cut it down.

Five o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already up and on.
Lord, I am so tired,
How long can this go on?

Workin' for a line pay

Okay, this is Gadget's other ZZ Top Request. Not sure I liked working on it as well as the first one, but she keeps clicking my vote buttons so...she asked for it, she got it.

Ears
(Sung to the tune of Legs)

She's got ears, she knows how to use them.
She never blanks, she knows how to fill them.
She doesn't flag, wonderin' how to fix them.
Would you hire more like her if you could only find them?
She's my SC, she's my SC,
yeah, it's alright.

She's got books up to her eyebrows.
She always logs in, never takes off her headset.

This one is a special request from Gadget. (Almost missed it down there in the comments on a different blog, and inspiration didn't strike for a day or two--hope she didn't mind the wait.)

Fast Talkin' Man
(Sung to the tune of Sharp Dressed Man)

New doc, no clue,
and he don't know where he is goin' to.
Skipped HPI,
He don't need a reason why.
They go pickin' cherries 'round him if they can
coz everyone's crazy from this fast-talkin' man.

Horn honk, cellphone ring,
I'm not hearin' a single thing.
Take that out, put in,

This one is for Linda Andrews, who asked for More! More! but didn't specify a song. Somehow I have the idea she likes country, but maybe that's just because I know she lives in Oklahoma. Anyway, for Linda and all those she's mentored over the years:

The MT
(Sung to the tune of The Gambler)

On a warm summer's evenin' in an office full of tapes,
I met with an old MT. We were too behind to sleep,
So we took turns a starin' at our monitors in the darkness
Til boredom overtook us, and she began to speak.

Blame this blog entry on Sheepshearinglady, who thought these lyrics deserved a wider audience.