Texty
Well the sun comes up about six o' three
And it hides behind the old oak tree
Till the birds on the porch start singing about 7:15
And the coffee can only stay so hot
About forty-two minutes in a broken pot
And so I got to only making enough for me
Well there's no one in this house that'll drink it
And in between the thoughts of you I got to thinking
I oughta get a day job
Oughta find a nine-to-five
Oughta make some money
Oughta let somebody else take up my time
I've been crying
Since you been gone
For all the time I waste on you baby
I oughta get a day job
Well I tried giving my momma a call
Tried watching paint dry on the wall
And I tried
But what's the point of growing grass if it ain't green?
Well the telephone rang 'cause she never picked up
And I honestly don't mind too much
'Cause I know just what she'd tell my daddy
And what she'd say to me
I oughta get a day job
Oughta find a nine-to-five
Oughta make some money
Oughta let somebody else take up my time
I've been crying
Since you been gone
For all the time I waste on you, baby
I oughta get a day job
If I ever get a paycheck
Take it to the bank
Cash it with the teller
Tell him twenty in change
Buy myself a payphone, dial 411
If it's the only way to find you, babe
Hey
I wanna get a day job
Oughta find a nine-to-five
Oughta make some money
Oughta let somebody else take up my time
I've been crying
Since you been gone
For all the time I waste on you, baby
Yeah, for all the time I waste on you, baby
I oughta get a day job
I oughta get a day job
Written by: Anna Vaus


