GET A JOB! (in my living room)

Hey, hey, hey

My brain is dead

From all the alcohol

Fill it with lead

Or maybe I should call

The suicide hotline

Tell 'em about all my problems

See if they know how to solve 'em

Hey, hey, hey

Wake up, get drunk

Put on the same old jeans

That I've worn for two weeks

Got holes in both of the knees

Get high, lay low

And wonder why I'm in poverty

Why can't I win the lottery?

Hey, hey, hey

You say I need to get a job

Well, I hate working for a guy named Bob

Who can't get laid, so he takes it out on me

Hey, hey, hey

Get paid but lose my will to live

Clean shit, mop floors till I'm fifty-six

Die quick in a highway accident

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Cut off my hair

I hate the way I look

Tattoo my skin

I wrote the goddamn book

Of what not to do

If you're looking for employment

How to be a disappointment

Hey, hey, hey

You say I need to get a job

Well, I hate working for a guy named Bob

Who can't get laid, so he takes it out on me

Hey, hey, hey

Get paid but lose my will to live

Clean shit, mop floors till I'm fifty-six

Die quick in a highway accident

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey