Gotta getta job, I'm gonna get a haircut Gotta brush my teeth and change my underwear Gonna make some toast and scan the morning paper Gonna get up and breathe the morning air
No more slacking off, no more falling down No more hanging fire cause the boss, he ain't around
And I've gotta getta job working on the weekdays Gonna read a book and gotta learn to pray Gotta buy a car and hope it doesn't break down Cause I gotta lotta things to do today
La la la So ge tthe hell out of my way cause I'm afraid I cannot stray Oh baby, don't you say it's strange cause I'm about to make a change
Gotta clean the place and empty all the trash cans Gotta mop the floor and maybe vacuum too Vitamins and juice will be my only diet Gotta clean the fridge and empty all the booze
No more dirty mess, no more pig sty No more smelling sickly like something was left to die
And I'm gonna buy new shoes, a jacket, and a wallet Gonna get perfume or should I say cologne? Gonna learn to speak Espanish and Italian Gonna buy myself a nifty new phone
Cause I'm here and I'm ready to go And it's clear that you don't know just why I gotta try to maybe, baby, maybe let me maybe be your guy
Oh, I gotta know is it true that we are thru? Which is why I gotta try to maybe, baby, maybe Let me maybe be your guy
Gonna make a climb up the corporate ladder Gonna buy and sell on the Nikkei Gonna engineer a corporate takeover Gonna buy DuPont and sell it all away
No more being poor or doing without No more worries, no more woes, and no more nagging doubts
And I'm gonna buy a house somewhere in the Hamptons Gonna buy a house on the hills of Bel Air Everyone will burn with terrible envy Everyone will scream it simply isn't fair