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Saturday, 28 January 2017

Stuck Inside of Qatar With the Doha Blues Again

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.