Well I know you can't work in fast food all your life
But don't sign that paper tonight
She said but it's too late.I don't remember what I read
Don't remember what they said
Guess it doesn't matter
Guess it doesn't matter anymoreYou're gonna go to the record store
You're gonna give'em all your money
Radio plays what they want you to hear
They tell me it's cool but I just don't believe itSell out, with me oh yea, sell out, with me tonight
Record company's gonna give me lots of money and
Everything's gonna be all rightNo more flippin' burgers puttin' on my silly hat you know
I don't want that no more
And I didn't ask when we'd get paid
I quit my day job anyway
Guess it doesn't matter, guess it doesn't matter anymoreCoz you're gonna go to the record store
You're gonna give'em all your money
Radio plays what they want you to hear
Tell me it's cool, I just don't believe itSell out, with me oh yea
Sell out with me tonight
The record company's gonna give me lots of money
and everything's gonna beAnd I don't think it'll be so bad
And I know it won't be so bad
Cause the man said "that's the way it is"
and the man said "it don't get better than this" no no noSo I signed on to the record company
they say they're gonna give me lot's of money
if i play what they want you to hear
they tell me it's cool, and i sure believe itSell out, with me oh yea
Sell out with me tonight
The record company's gonna give me lots of money
and everything's gonna be all rightYeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
The record company's gonna make everything all rightBaby don't you sign that paper tonight she said
But I can't work in fast food all my life
Songwriters
SMITH, STEVE / STEWART, GARY / FRATER, TONY / COBB, LESLIEPublished by
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