One of these days I'll make some money And buy myself those things that I want Acrylic paints, acoustic guitar strings A new bicycle seat I might ride over to your house each night
One of these days I'll get a real job One that actually pays, like my dad had And you know my father, the bartender He used to wear a suit to work before he hit the drink The old man, he used to do a lot of things
One of these days I'll give up And give into the man