Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien, 7\93
To the tune of: "Tomorrow Belongs to Me"
Insp: Brothers in Arms, Lois McMaster Bujold
You can call on some temps for your office,
And maybe they'll crack in the squeeze.
But the very best temps in the universe
Are the Dendarii Temporaries.
We're the best. All the rest, forget 'em!
We're the Dendarii Temporaries.
We can type, we can file --
Take assassins with style --
Our accountants are wizards of finance;
Our clerks can do your work with ease;
Our security guards, they can take 'em down hard
Or as easy as ever you please. (CH)
Now, some people say business is battle
And war is what our people do.
Oh, the Dendarii fleet makes opponents retreat
And our temps can do the same for you. (CH)
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