Trapped By Typewriters

This is what it feels like to be hemmed in at every turn by typewriters. Typewriters everywhere, with nary a drop of ink in the house. I am trying desperately hard to burst free, with more than 20 typewriters lined up waiting to be shipped off, another 40 odd on the stairwell waiting to be picked up and taken away this week, and half a dozen in the working area waiting to be fixed. And, yes, there is an Olympia portable (or three) on my mind ...

Well, I don't know why I came here tonight

I got the feeling that something ain't right

I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair

And I'm wondering how I'll get down those stairs

Adlers to left of me

Parvas to the right

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you

Yes, I'm stuck in the middle with you

And I'm wondering what it is I should do

It's so hard to keep this smile from my face

Losing control, yeah I'm all over the place

Tippas to left of me

Gromas to the right

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you

Trying to make some sense of it all

But I can see it makes no sense at all

Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor?

'Cuz I don't think that I can take any more

Letteras to left of me

Skyriters to the right

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you

- With apologies to Stealer's Wheel