This Job Is Killing Me

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

€½It'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 two Xannys

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

[Incomprehensible] job

He'll never leave it now

He's turned it all around

But honey, this job is killing me