I like to know what must be done on time
So when you leave us in the dust, I must know why
You just couldn't be bothered to inform
Memo, all we need upon the door

So that we can know which files
Need to go in the "shred" pile
Which folders must be sorted
And who's turn it is to drive
And get our lunch for the day
Keeps the arguments down, true
Guessing can only help so much
Now we're screwed

There's some stuff we can get done, to be fair
But most of it, we don't know shit, info's not there
Normally you've done well to let us know
Memo, have to ask: where'd today's go?

Just a simple A4 card
To tell us all what to do
While we're not totally hopeless
We are lacking many clues
Always read it at the start
Of the day or else we're screwed
Productivity's dying
Thanks to you

Memo, all we need upon the door

Even on all your days off
You email the things to do
Screaming at you on the phone now
'Cause I can't believe that you
Screwed us over, I'm pissed off
Wait, what's this beneath my shoe?
An A4 piece of paper
It's the...oops