Lyrics

I got some free advice
Just the other day from an old relative of mine
He said, "You know I dig what you do
But I think you're wasting your time, yes, I do"
"Because drivin' around and gettin' drunk
With your friends in a band every night, yeah, that sounds like a lot of fun
But you need a plan B
'Cause it ain't gonna last long past twenty one"
You'll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you're sayin'
You're gonna wake up some day
Man, you'll wish you got a job
Spent half your life in that Chevrolet
Drivin' up and down the freeway
Someday when you're too old to play
Man, you'll wish you got a job
Bummed a cigarette from a guy when I was in Manhattan last week
And I told him politely, "Thank you"
And with this hollowed out look, he turned and said
"You know, for twenty-five years now, I've been a banker"
"And you know, in all my many years of life
I suddenly feel obliged to impart to you this free piece of advice
You must invest in your future"
I said, "Thanks for the cigarette, but I think I know the rest"
Oh, you'll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you're sayin'
You're gonna wake up some day
Man, you'll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Drivin' up and down the freeway
Someday when you're too old to play
Man, you'll wish you got a job
You'll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you're sayin'
You're gonna wake up some day
Man, you'll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Drivin' up and down the freeway
Someday when you're too old to play
Man, you'll wish you got a job
Yeah, you'll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you're sayin'
You're gonna wake up some day
Man, you'll wish you got a job
Written by: The Nude Party
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