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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 b*stard
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 dont 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 dont yall
Give us a hand