No, Mr Mackie he's not in
But I'll tell him that you called again
Did you say Monday at nine
Didn't I, didn't I hear you right this time
I haven't seen you for a while
Couldn't be better, I lighten with a smile
Just trying to get through the day
Wondering if anything will ever go my way
Come on down to receiving
I've got me a hold of what you're needing
The papers have piled up high
Inbox to out, signing a reply
Someday we're going to have our own
I won't be answering anyone's telephone
Come on down to receiving
I've got me a hold of what you're needing
What's it say on my screen
The numbers are there, but are they what they seem
Someday we're going to have our own
We'll laugh about when our kids are grown
Come on down to receiving
I've got me a hold of what you're needing
Come on down to receiving
I've got me a hold of what you're needing