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 ba*tard
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