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BARE JR.
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 bastard 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
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