Considering Russians

I took my own trash out this morning
I made my own latté, it tasted like ash
The woman down the street made faces at my lawn, the crab grass
Because good help is hard to find

The corner office is a shambles
Manuél can't get it right, the nameplate's always off of center
I've half a mind to send his mother back to Nicaragua
Because good help is hard to find

I look at Father in the portrait on the wall
I wonder how he forced his smile
If INS would just take bribes I'd change it all
And find a staff fit for the title

The older children need a story
Bedtime's approaching fast and no one's here to give them kisses
If Rosa'd thought ahead she would have seen her son this morning
I guess good help is hard to find