The Unemployment Song

I wanted a job 'cause I needed some pay.
At first everything was OK.
But my boss was stuck in a rut.
he was a bigot, a Democrat and a horses butt.
He expected me to have the will of a knob
so Monday I called him and quit my job.
And I'm unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Oh -- so great.

The first day home
I wanted to bone
but there was no chicks around.
I had to get down
so I put on Pink Floyd
and floated off into the void.
And I'm unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed
Oh -- so great.

After a while
my face got a smile.
I ain't no fool,
gonna head for the pool.
Sunglasses, hat,
book, tape player.
Sleepin', jamin', readin',
thinkin' how I'd like to rape her.
(in the pool?!)
And I'm unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Oh -- so great.

Mother gonna give me slack.
Frick won't jump back.
Can't they see, I'm doing fine
and it's nobodies problem but mine.
Don't tell me how life is hard.
My brain ain't made of lard.
Life is like a dance,
ya gotta take a chance.

Burden off my back.
Burden off my back.
Ain't got no job, got no steady pay,
but baby, that's OK.
It may look bad on my records
but I don't care.
Lou was always buggin' me
about my hair.
Playin' all day.
Gonna have a good time,
anything to make these words rhyme.
Don't worry 'bout no bad marks on my file,
the army will want me as long as I can run a mile.
They just want the diploma paper.
For all they care I can get Dunn and rape her.

Gonna have a party by the pool.
Gonna be so cool.
Havin' lots of fun
sitin' in the sun.

Nobodies problems --
I done found paradise --
but mine.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 2001
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