Lyrics

Our car Broken down Check the motor Not a sound Out of fuel Out of town Start walkin' Start to frown Our egos Shrinkin' down We ain't stupid, we just too proud Start to fight I'm gonna hit you Split apart and then I'm gonna miss you (Wickoo!) Let's go to the (Wickoo!) And get some good (Wickoo!) And dance to the (Wickoo!) And share in the Wickoo! The Wickoo! The Wickoo! The Wickoo! The- (Two, three, act...) Why don't you get more commercial, boys? I'd rather smoke weed and buy some new toys Why don'tcha get a producer to help you make noise? I'd rather continue being unemployed Our life It's a joke No working Now we're broke! See you later Gotta go And get a real job before we get old (Wickoo!) Let's go to the (Wickoo!) And get some good (Wickoo!) And dance to the (Wickoo!) And share in the (Wickoo!) Let's go to the (Wickoo!) And get some good (Wickoo!) And dance to the (Wickoo!) And share in the Wickoo! The Wickoo! The Wickoo! The Wickoo! The- First, choose a good career Then put your head down And leave for the train You should do it now And then And then, and then, and then And then, and then, and then, and- (Wickoo!) Let's go to the (Wickoo!) And get some good (Wickoo!) And dance to the (Wickoo!) And share in the (Wickoo!) Let's go to the (Wickoo!) And get some good (Wickoo!) And dance to the (Wickoo!) And share in the Wickoo! The Wickoo! The Wickoo! The Wickoo! The Wickoo! And then you'll be fine Just trust this song
Writer(s): Daniel Williams, James Finn, Daniel Mcnamee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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