Tonalité : Db major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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(No one can
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do it
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better)
Verse 2
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Damn I hate this job
To work in this dump you gotta
be a snob
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Everybody gets on my nerves
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in this place
I think I'll take the afternoon
off from the rat race
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An exciting career
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Don't amount to much but a pain in the rear
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I bust my ass all day for a dollar
And then I go home and listen
to the kids holler
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Devoted spouse waitin' in the den
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Wants to hit me upside the head
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with a rolling pin
Does that ring a bell?
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A daily routine we all know well
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I'm makin' more but en
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joyin' it less
The good life's mainly
causin' me stress
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Making a change is difficult but
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I gotta try to get out of this rut
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But fear seems to be holdin'
me back
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Courage is the principle trait I lack
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I gotta calm my nerves so I can think
I pour myself a nice stiff drink
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And another this is my usual mode
One for the money and ten for
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the road
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Ah, now everything is clear
I gotta get the hell out of here
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Yes now my mission is plain
A Big Mac is calling my name
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I gotta sample some
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of Ronald's cooking
So I raid my wifes purse when
she's not looking
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Pondering the wonderful thing
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called marriage
I accidentally back the car
into a baby carriage
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'Scuse me ma'am
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I'd love to stay and chat
But watch where you're going
next time you old bat
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I hit the gas and zoom down the block
Leave 'er in the dust yellin'
for the cops
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Swervin' round a corner
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tryin' to steer
I get so excited I almost spill my beer
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A neighbourhood dog
is yappin' at my bumper
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So I slam on the brakes and I hear a big thump
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I jump the curb and land up on a lawn
Then I finish my beer
and turn the radio on
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Some idiot's goin' on about rehab
I grab a brew and yank on the pull tab
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Here comes a little old lady
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with a shot gun
I put the pedal to the metal and she runs
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Digging on my off- road driving power
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I do a donut in a bed of flowers
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Then I jerk the wheel a little to hard
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The car rolls over and over on out
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of the yard
Verse 3
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(Causin' much destruction) (Act the
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fool)
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I come to rest in the middle of the street
Verse 4
A bunch of empty beer cans
rattlin' at my feet
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Starin' in the window is a nosy little brat
I look him in the eyes and say
"I meant to do that"
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Then I no tice my watch says
I'm overdue
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For my big appointment
at the local drive through
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I do a number on the accelerator
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And I'm cuttin' in line
about thirty seconds later
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Whaddya think this is?
Some kinda joke?
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Gimme 10 Big Macs and a small diet coke
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I pull up to the window
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with my radio playin'
I grab the bag and leave without payin'
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I weave down the road for a block
Jugglin' a beer and a a styrofoam box
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Pull into a parking lot and kill the motor
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Presently I notice a peculiar odour
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A little black smoke is risin'
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from the hood
Somethings gonna happen
and it's probably not good
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I open the door grab my stuff and go
Just in time to watch the whole thing blow
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The car explodes with a bang and a hiss
Oh boy, my wife is gonna really like this
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I can't believe this is
happenin' to me
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This piece of junk's goin'
back to the factory
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This was a blatant
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attempt on my life
Everyone will fall for that
Except my wife
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But wait a plan begins to emerge
I suddenly have an overwhelming urge
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To spend the night in the great
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outdoors
My suburban lifestyle has become a bore
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I'll build me a fire
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And finish my burgers
What my wife don't know
Won't hurt her
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I leave the scene of the unhappy event
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Resolved to make the most
of my predicament
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A few yards away I feel better
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I know! I'll write 'er a letter
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Or better yet a ransom demand
Got your husband send
the money understand?
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Or else we'll send his head home in a jar
P.S.
Sorry 'bout the car
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Yeah, now that ought to really do the trick
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I'll be gettin' off the hook
and she'll be worried sick
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But really, I'm gonna make
it up to you honey
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I'll buy you a new car with your
own damned money
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I walk a while into the sunset
A man, at peace with the world,
you bet
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Nothing can diminish my
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total enjoyment
Except when I pass my
place of employment
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Damn I hate this job
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To work in this dump you gotta
be a snob
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Everybody gets on my nerves
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in this place
I think I'll take the afternoon off
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From the rat race
(Hard like a criminal)
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