With Apologies to Kris

Well, I woke up Saturday morning with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt;
From drinking too much coffee, trying to force my tiny pinhead brain to work.
So I brewed myself a litre of the foulest blackest stuff you’ve ever seen
And I went up to my office and I fired up my Intel Inside machine.

Then the lights went out in Georgia, Azerbaijan, Turkey too.
And it shut down my computer. What the hell I’m gonna do?
And there’s nothing, even crying, keeps the week from going ‘round.
Saturday morning’s line repair time, here in Marianivka town.

It rained last night the gardens wet, so Tanya took the car to Krivii Rih.
Andrei drove her shopping so the house was left to Kuchma Cat and me.
I settled in to work to get this paper done sometime before I die.
The pages flew and I could see at tunnel’s end sunshine and some blue sky.

Then the lights went out in Georgia, Azerbaijan, Turkey too.
And it shut down my computer. What the hell I’m gonna do?
And there’s nothing, even crying, keeps the week from going ‘round.
Saturday morning’s line repair time, here in Marianivka town.