I woke up and I drove to work on the wrong side of the road And what the hell would I do? I must admit, I didn't know And Andrew came along y'all to add a couple lines or so I've got one I finished yesterday and I got 3. 6 to go
One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here
People tell me, "Ben, just make up junk and turn it in" But I never was alright with turning in a bunch of shit I don't like wasting time on music that won't make me proud But now I've found a reason to sit right down and shit some out
One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here Yeah, yeah
I love you more than any man has loved before I love you more than all the stars up in the sky I think that we should settle down and live happily forever after What do you think of that?
I'm really not complaining, I realize it's just a job And I hate hearing belly-aching rock stars whine and sob 'Cause I could be bussing tables I could well be pumping gas Yeah, but I get paid much finer for playing piano and kissing ass This is one I wrote just an hour ago and 3. 6 at last
One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here One down and 3. 6 One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here