I'm standin' right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
Big fat fingers pointin' into my face
Tellin' me to get busy cleanin' up this placeFourteen days I've been sleepin in a barn
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistlin' dixie with the dixie cup filled
With the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chillI got bent like a wet cigarette
And she's comin' after me with a butterfly net
Ridin' on a bloodhound ringin' a bell
Black cat wrapped in the road map to hellPencil on my leg and I'm tryin' not to beg
Takin' turns bakin' worms with the bacon and eggs
Now they got me in a bird cage flappin' my jaw
Like a pretzel in the stars just waitin' to fallSo give me what I got to get so I can go
'Cause I ain't washin dishes in the ditch no more
'Cause I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack'Cause I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
You know it
That's rightRockin the town like a moldy crouton
Flyin' through the air with breeze
I got a job makin money for the man
Throwin' chicken in the bucket with the soda pop canPuke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair
Runnin' through the mini-mall in my underwearI got lost downtown, couldn't find a ride home
Sun went down, I got frozen to the bone
'til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat
As I took a little nap the cops picked up us bothI tried to explain I was only tryin' to get warm
I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform
He said, "too bad better bite the bullet hard son."
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gunAnd I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon
Dancin' on the roof, shootin' holes in the moon
Aw yeah
Uh-huh
Songwriters
STEPHENSON, CARL / HANSEN, BECKPublished by
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