1, 2
1, 2, 3
I got up and I drove to work
on the wrong side of the road
and what the hell would I do —
I must admit I didn't know
and Andrew came along y'all
to add a couple of lines or so
I got one I finished yesterday
and I got three-point-six to go
one down and three-point-six tomorrow
and I'm out of here
one down and three-point-six tomorrow
and I'm out of here
people tell me "Ben, just make up
junk and turn it in",
but I never was alright with turnin' in a bunch of shit
don't like wasting time on music
that won't make me proud,
but now I've found a reason
to sit right down and shit some out
one down and three-point-six tomorrow
and I'm out of here
one down and three-point-six tomorrow
and I'm out of here
yeah, yeah
I love you more than
any man has loved before
I love you more than
all the stars up in the sky
I think that we should settle down
and live happily forever
after...
what do you think of that?
I'm really not complaining
I realize it's just a job
and I hate hearing bellyaching
rockstars whine and sob
'cause I could be bussin' tables
I could well be pumping gas
yeah, but I get paid much finer
for playing piano and kissing ass
and it's one-point-six yesterday
and three-point-six last
one down and three-point-six tomorrow
and I'm out of here
one down and three-point-six tomorrow
and I'm out of here
one down and three-point-six
one down and three-point-six tomorrow
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