Root - Three Cheers for the Boost Juice Lady lyrics

Three Cheers for the Boost Juice Lady Hooray for Mr. Microsoft Give it up for the guys from Google Mad Props for Crazy John But if coming out your ears Ain't reward enough You got to spare a thought For those who are better off We'll give an award to the movie star Pop singer here's your ARIA Make a sportsman, Father of the Year It takes guts to live without the working man's fears Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Next time your watching some musician Playing his down home, late night, smoky bar dirge about his itinerant lifestyle And the breakdown of his relationships You stop him right there And say why not play a song About having to s** up to your boss Even though you hate his guts Or going home and telling your wife That you've been made redundant Or knowing that no one in this country or state Or town or even in this room Gives the remotest of craps about you Or waking up in the morning and knowing That your never going to be the thing you dreamed of as a kid Cos' if you've never lived the blues How can you sing them? Three Cheers for the Boost Juice Lady Sympathise when the footy guy drink drives Let a politician kiss your baby The Mogul's funeral we'll televise With so many on the breadline It's lonely at the top You got to spare a thought for those who are better off Spare a thought for those who are better off Spare a thought for those who are better off