I Need A Job
Money, it comes and goes
I should work at a bakery cause I knead a little dough
I have 25 friends in the alphabet who’d lend me some cash if I just say hi
It’s not 26 though cause I don’t know Y
I’d ask my buddy Justin Case cause he’s always got my back
But his girlfriend Gale is force that will blow you some flak
So I asked my friend Sarah Tonin cause she’s always so happy and well
She asked me if the name Pavlov rang a bell
Work at his auto shop, but you see I can’t change oil
I guess that makes me kind of a dipstick, looks like I’m stuck in turmoil
Maybe I’ll just fall on a wet floor somewhere so I can sue
But every time I do my mind just slips into adieu
Maybe I should become atheist they don’t need any cash
After are they are a non-prophet organization but that sounds a little rash
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