I turned it off, I shut it down I closed shop I'm outta town I'm by the wayside I'm up the drink Not in the bl black but ut I'm in the pink Oh what hat was that? Did you say something? must admit I really wasn't listening Oh what a jerk I feel so silly I must apologize I was busy getting
Up in the morning, go to bed of night
Well, I got my troubles, I got my problems- And someday maybe I'll even solve 'em but I don't worry, I'm in the groove My brain thinks and my bowels move In the morning, go to bed of night
First I get up Then I get down
Well I don't drive, I take the bus I must Say I feel like a part of the rest of us Bot I don't trust no one no more Oh I'm not bitter, I'm not sore I know you're worried, you're all distressd You feel the tension then get depressed But I don't squibble and I don't cry 'Cause, I don't care and I'll tell you why