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[arethinn]

Requisition me a beat!

When I was four there was a hurricane in Kingston town
With a foot and a half of water
Everyone was all right, but I cried all night:
It blew my alphabet blocks out of order

And they said:

This boy's born to be a Bureaucrat
Born to be all obsessive and snotty
I made my friends and relations
File long applications
To get into my tenth birthday party

But something changed when my man turned pro

I was sortin', but I wasn't smilin'

He forgot that it's not about badges and ranks

It's supposed to be about the filin'!
People!
We didn't choose to be Bureaucrats
No, that's what Almighty Jah made us
We'd treat people like swine and make them stand in line
Even if nobody paid us

They say the world looks down on the Bureaucrats
They say we're anal, compulsive, and weird
But when push comes to shove, you got to do what you love
Even if it's not a good idea.
Zoidberg!

[Zoidberg] They said I probably shouldn't be a surgeon

[Farnsworth] They pooh-poohed my electric frankfurter

[Leela] They said I probably shouldn't fly with just one eye

[Bender] I am Bender please insert girder

Everybody sing Jamaica!

(Jamaica!)

Just the Bureaucrats! Jamaica!

(Jamaica!)

The Grade 19s!

([Morgan Proctor] ...Jamaica.)

Sing me home!
When push comes to shove, you got to do what you love
Even if it's not a good idea!

[Bender] I am Bender, baby! Please insert liquor!