I've got the PoD blues, I sent eighty e-mails last night
I paid my PoD dues, till spots danced across my eyesight
Then I crawled off to bed in the glimmer of dawn's early light

     I've got the PoD blues
     The midnight pot of coffee smell blues

I've got the PoD blues, so many things still to do
Sod all that PoD booze, I've got enough work left for two
And now my hard disk has decided to say toodle-oo

     I've got the PoD blues
     The midnight pot of coffee smell
     Computer crashing hell blues

I've got the PoD blues, my in-box is swamped all day long
I get the PoD news: I knew something else would go wrong
It'll all be worthwhile, if only Pete plays that one song

     I've got the PoD blues
     The midnight pot of coffee smell
     Computer crashing hell
     Will I get to ring my bell blues

 I've got the analyst's blues,
 I've worked on twelve batches today.
 I've got an an analyst's views,
 and I've worked through the list in the tray.
 Then I climbed in my old Nissan Micra,
 And motored away.

 I've got the analyst's blues
 The thin layer chromatography blues

 I've got the analyst's blues,
 But I get results right from the start.
 I'm paid an analyst's dues
 But me and the Team play our part.
 A single read through,
 and I've got the whole method by heart.

 I've got the analyst's blues
 The thin layer chromatography,
 Liquid chromatography blues.

 I've got the analyst's blues,
 But there's work for a lifetime ahead
 I get an analyst's news
 The text from the agency read.
 There's a contract for me,
 Starts the Monday after I'm dead.

 I've got the analyst's blues
 The thin layer chromatography,
 Liquid chromatography blues,
 Ion chromatography blues.