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Well, I don′t mind working
'Cause I used to be jerking off
Most of my time in the bars
I′ve been a cabbie and a stock clerk
And a soda fountain jock jerk
And a manic mechanic on cars
It's nice work if you can get it
Now who the hell said it?
I got money to spend on my girl
But the work never stops
And I'll be busting my chops
Working for Joe and Sal
And I can′t wait to get off work and see my baby
She says she′ll leave a porch light on for me
I'm disheveled and I′m disdainful
I'm distracted and it′s painful
But this job sweeping up here
Is gainfully employing me tonight
Tom, do this
And Tom, do that
And Tom, don't do that
Count the cash, clean the oven
Dump the trash
Oh, your loving is a rare
And a copacetic gift
And I′m a moonlight watch-mantic
It's hard to be romantic
Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine
Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine
I can't wait to get off work and see my baby
She′ll be waiting up with a magazine for me
Clean the bathrooms and clean ′em good
Oh, your loving, I wish you would
Come down here and sweep 'em
And get off my feet
This broom will have to be my baby
If I hurry, I just might
Get off before the dawn′s early light
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Writer(s): Thomas Alan Waits Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
