He clears his throat And he's driving up his crowd. He used to sway, But he's turned it all around. Yeah, he's mopping up his brow. Yeah, he's taking his time. Working his crowd.
He's lunging two words Atop a bus. He's talking all day long. He's always telling us, "It's easy to get around. Man, I know my stuff. When I get home I'm alone for just so much. Honey, this job is killing me."
He lost his voice When he got back home. He's at it hard But now he's turned it all around. Yeah, he's turned it all around. Yeah, but now he's at home, And he's counting his cash. He's popping pills and he's calling his ex. He lost his voice. But he's all right. He says he's happy now Driving that bus around. Job Believe it now. He's turned it all around. But honey, this job is killing meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
