Why Do I Need a Job, Why Do I Need a Job
I Feel So Free, I Got Nowhere to Be
So Why So I Need a Job
I Once Worked For An Old Bastard
Who Always Pushed Me to Work Faster
He Made Fun of Me
Cause My Hair Was Green
He Tried to Stick His Hands Into My Jeans
My Girlfriend Is a Stripper in Abilene
She Likes Me to Stay Home and Watch Tv.
She Pays For My Food,
She Likes to Be Rude
She Undresses Her Friends For Me
I Don't Have a Clue
What I Wanna Do
Maybe I Could Invent
Something Cool
Or I Could Do Time
For Committing a Crime
Then Sue For a Million
Or Two
I Traded My Car For a Van
Filled It With Gas, Guitars and This Band
They Pay Us With Beer,
We Stole All This Gear
So Why Don't Ya'll
Give Us a Hand

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