Lyrics

Well I'm so tired of working for that old Yankee Dollar But I'm fine, yea I'm alright No, nothing is the matter So what's the use and what's the rush? It never amounts to much What a useless observation Oh but I'm fine, yea always merry and bright And nothing really matters Oh but I've got mine And I'll be fine Waiting around for all boats to rise Is it tired? is it old? Its a drop in the bowl Is it mine? Is it still? Is it run of the mill? Does it hurt? Does it break? Does it own Realestate? Does it come when you call? Does it just make you wait? Is it calm? It it cracked? Can you pay it all back? Is it Bernadette Meyer? Is it Champion Jack? Is it charmed? is it light? Is it love at first sight? Is it years? is it days? Is it merry in the month of may? Is it all just a waste? Is it worth such a mess? It's a job Its a living its a hobby at best.
Writer(s): Andrew Bianculli, Andy Bianculli, Daniel James Reisch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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