[Emma said I could name this song.  Aren't you glad 
  I know a big word like 'accoutrement'?  --ed.]

Mulder, if you don't give me a desk soon I will quit
I really think it's unfair
That while you can sit
I have to stand and my feet get sore
And I don't feel like working

I want to get a big wooden desk
I want to get a chair like the rest
I'll need my name put on the door
Because this season I won't take it anymore

(I want a desk
And chair like the rest)

Mulder, More than being abducted I hate this backache
It hinders my work
Well I won't continue
If you make me stand while you relax
It's getting hard to believe
That for the past seven years
You've been making me stand
After all that, that I've been through
You would think that
You'd have more common courtesy 
To offer me a desk so 
I could rest my aching feet

I want to get a big wooden desk
I want to get a chair like the rest
I'll need my name put on the door
Because this season I won't take it anymore 

Do you remember not long ago?
When we had to work under Kersh
(Oh horrid moments)
We both had a desk and a chair
It was heaven for me
Don't you see?

I want to get a desk

Mulder, if you don't give me a desk soon I will quit
I really think it's unfair
That while you can sit
I have to stand and my feet get sore
And I don't feel like working

I want to get a big wooden desk
I want to get a chair like the rest
I'll need my name put on the door
Because this season I won't take it anymore 

| Back to Filks |