Lyrics

Tried to book my band at this club I know The guy that owns it, he's a real good Joe Said "Tommy you've got too many mouths to feed Just one DeeJay, that's all I really need" He could hardly even look me in the face And he said "Karaoke really packs this place" He handed me five bucks and patted me on the back and he said "Everybody's trimmin' fat" Whooo! That was cold-blooded I went down to the super market to get a dozen eggs A loaf of bread, some milk, and a bag of chicken legs Got to the counter, didn't have that much stuff Had a Franklin in my pocket, figured that should be enough That lady rung me up and much to my surprise A hundred and sixteen dollars, I couldn't believe my eyes Guess I'm gonna have to put sumpthin' back She said, "Son, everybody's trimmin' fat" Whooo! Oh, everybody's doin' it. Look out Got a call from the foreman at the place I work Now most the time this guy's a real jerk And he was bein' so nice, and then he said "I hate to do this Tommy." And it hit me like a ton of lead "They do your job in China for ten bucks a day Better come on down and get your last week's pay" Now I didn't lose my job, but I know where it's at But, uh, everybody's trimmin' fat Whooo! Oh, man, that hurt my feelin's (Spoken) Come down and get my last weeks pay? Oh man What about my Four-O-one-K? How about that boss man? We could give him a little less money Then that'd make a nice big job for me That's right How much is gas gonna be this week?
Writer(s): Tommy Castro, Mike Schermer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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