| This is a story, a very sad tale |
| Of intrigue, romance and electronic mail |
| A dangerous form of information |
| And the perils of instant gratification |
| How many times did I hit my Mac |
| Want to crawl inside and take the whole thing back |
| But it’s no use say it again and again |
| Don’t push send |
| Carol wrote about the job’s frustrations |
| What drove her crazy with aggravation |
| A list of every person’s faults |
| With precise and pithy, wry insults |
| She sent it off to her best friend |
| But saw with horror as she pushed send |
| She hit the keys and began to roar |
| she’d copied the entire office floor |
| So don’t push send |
| Dont push send |
| There things that you can never quite amend |
| I tell myself again and again |
| Don’t push send |
| Katherine wrote a note to her husband Ben |
| Using their pet names and vowing devotion |
| She said meet me at home in a little while |
| I’ll be there waiting, wearing nothing but a smile |
| But she got her answer from his great granddad Lee saying |
| «I don’t think that this was meant for me |
| It was nice, but I think it was for my grandson, it’s been |
| years since anybody called me sugar buns |
| Don’t push send |
| Dont push send |
| There things that you can never quite amend |
| I tell myself again and again |
| Don’t push send |
| The day was tough, the week had really been something |
| Jane got a letter that pushed her buttons |
| She shot back as if her words were guns |
| Capitalizing every single one |
| Well she should have waited, she should know |
| E-mail doesn’t mix with merlot |
| She had to write back as you could guess |
| Plead e-mail recklessness and PMS |
| Well don’t push send |
| Dont push send |
| There things that you can never quite amend |
| I tell myself again and again |
| Don’t push send |
| Just stop and think when I’m on the brink |
| Walk away from my computer |
| Cause you can guess how we’ll regret |
| And feel like such a loser |
| After opposing counsel had acted like jerks |
| Joe got a letter from his partner at work |
| He meant to make changes, cut and paste |
| But sent it off in his efficient haste |
| Well he tried to delete, he tried to get back the note |
| But the letter had flown and that was all she wrote |
| The message was polite with professional class |
| But the subject line still said «what an ass» |
| Well don’t push send |
| Dont push send |
| There things that you can never quite amend |
| I tell myself again and again |
| Don’t push send |
| Don’t push send |
| Don’t push send |