Why are my jobs so freakin gay
No one knows
I gotta push them papers
Everyday
Man it blows
I don't want to bust tables no way
Got lame clothes
Just fire me
So I'd earn some pay
Don't suppose

Ice cream, is not my dream
Don't wanna sell this shit
Fine I guess I'll coach croquet
You know, I'm tired of it
You see I've dropped high school
Now I pick up dog stool
Recycling cans, man, for food
Damn those trash men sure are rude

So I grab my broom
And I sweep up the floor
Work twelve hours a day
Only make five fifty four
Anything I try, its all for cash
I once drove taxis but before I crashed

I should have quit man yesterday
Enough's enough
No more online auctions
I say
This is rough
I sure am annoyed with bailing hay
Damn this stuff
Oh just end this
'fore I'm old and gray
It's so tough

I am the mailman
Stuff fortune cookies too
Sell apples when I can
Yes I'll, wash your car for you
See I just seem to be
The king of all that sucks
But I'll take care of your pet ducks
Work real hard for fifteen bucks
So I steal some food
And I'm running from the law
I just bootleg some tapes
And I sell them at the mall
Applications are a big disgrace
Must be why my paychecks have one decimal place

Why are my jobs so freakin gay
No one knows
I gotta push them papers
Everyday
Man it blows
I don't want to bust tables no way
Got lame clothes
Just fire me
So I'd earn some pay
Don't suppose

Leave me alone
Can't understand, why I cut this bait
Don't have a home
Working tollbooths is something that I hate
Where is my phone?
Running drawbridges is never fun
I need a comb
Better put my skills away 'fore I hurt someone

So why do I work here?
I just don't think I know
And I know it all has to deal with my fear
If only I had some dough
Destined for Wendy's it's all so clear
It's time for the drive through
If you are willing to buy, yo

Hey
Hire me
Yea
I'll work for free


I should have quit man yesterday
Enough's enough
No more online auctions
I say
This is rough
I sure am annoyed with bailing hay
Damn this stuff
Oh just end this
'fore I'm old and gray
It's so tough


Where is my house?
It all depends, where is a trash can
Where is my house?
Maybe the bunk of my gay neighbor Stan
Where is my house?
Give me a break I'll live anywhere
Where is my house?
I could live with Richard Simmons and wouldn't care

Why are my jobs so freakin gay?
I should have quit man yesterday
Why are my jobs so freakin gay?
I should have quit man yesterday

Can you fix me up?
I need a job
This one is old
I need, to quit singing now cuz this has been way too long