Stuck Inside of Qatar With the Doha Blues Again
(With apologies and thanks to Bobby Zimmerman)
Well the inspectors,
they came a-calling,
with new directives
from The Man,
they said the
building was just kind of appalling,
they just could not
understand.
And me, well I was not too
demanding,
I could see they were
fitting us up,
we could never be
outstanding,
The Man, he just needed
some kind of crutch.
Oh, Ma, can this
really be the end?
To be stuck inside of
Qatar with the Doha blues again.
Now that Head she was
nobody’s quitter,
who’d seen the
writing on the wall.
She said she was
sorry, that we would all miss her,
as she stood at the
front of the hall.
But as for me, I was not too
disgusted,
when she opened her
car to leave,
I just knew she had been corrupted,
and she needed some air to breathe.
Oh, Ma, can this
really be the end?
To be stuck inside of
Qatar with the Doha blues again.
She said that I
required some improving,
that my ratings were
tumbling down,
and the department they
just were not grooving,
and the department
head was a clown.
But I was not too
believing,
when she said I could
no longer teach,
I took me time off
for some grieving,
then I sat down on a
beach.
Oh, Ma, can this
really be the end?
To be stuck inside of
Qatar with the Doha blues again.
Sure that surgeon,
now he tried to help me,
but he was also
sharing the blues,
those same inspectors had
come knocking,
so we shared the
pills and the booze.
As I took his
sympathetic prescriptions,
I had to shrug as he
told me the news,
and when I could not read
the inscription,
I knocked them back and
blew my fuse.
Oh, Ma, can this
really be the end?
To be stuck inside of
Qatar with the Doha blues again.
When I got back, they
had a replacement,
and they got him on
the cheap.
He had a cheap suit and
some self-effacement,
and his thinking sure
was deep.
But me, I was not too
surprised,
when he informed us of
his plan.
He said he was in
need of some money,
to satisfy The Man.
Oh, Ma, can this
really be the end?
To be stuck inside of
Qatar with the Doha blues again.
He called a meeting
of all his best teachers,
said he wouldd pay us all
to go,
he looked like some
kind of preacher,
and we’d bless him
all, you know.
And me, I was not too fretted,
as I grasped him by his
hand.
So, I took my twenty
thousand,
and boy, I sure did
feel something grand.
Oh, Ma, can this
really be the end?
To be stuck inside of
Qatar with the Doha blues again.
He said we must not
feel kind of discarded,
for we were sure to
work again,
and if we ever found
ourselves sharded,
we must sort of just
drop in.
Now I felt something dearly departed,
like my dear long and lost best friend,
I was somewhat shocked and bombarded,
just some kind of
overspend.
Oh, Ma, can this really
be the end?
To be stuck inside of
Qatar with the Doha blues again.
Now I had to keep a
few of those secrets,
from this man’s right-hand
deputies.
I knew that they could
be trusted to leak it,
for some financial
penalties.
And they sneered from
across the darkness,
with brains just too
far gone,
they were lacking in some kind of sharpness,
and a madman with a
comb.
Oh, Ma, can this
really be the end?
To be stuck inside of
Qatar with the Doha blues again.
Sure they may have
had some reservations,
maybe halfway across
the creation,
saw a jester with a bunch
of qualifications,
and a face warm with
migration.
But as for me, the
heat it was vital,
and the desert dust that
burned,
when they gave me some
kind of title,
and they told me I
could learn.
Oh, Ma, can this
really be the end?
To be stuck inside of
Qatar with the Doha blues again.
Now there’s a party
of Japanese drinkers,
and they’re sitting
next to me in the bar,
I fell down upon them from
my stool now,
and knocked their
beers near and far.
But me, no, I don’t feel
guilty,
no shame down upon my
knees:
we all drink our
special measures,
and we all stumble in
the breeze.
Oh, Ma, can this
really be the end?
To be stuck inside of
Qatar with the Doha blues again.
Oh, Ma, can this
really be the end?
To be stuck inside of
Qatar with the Doha blues again.
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