My Old Job

From my front porch to my old job
I only had to walk an industrial block
nobody cared if I was two minutes late
those boxes were a-waiting on the loading dock

I could play the radio and joke around with Betty and Bob
I miss my old job

My old job

I could sleep ‘til 8:15
no bus no train no alibi
I could spill soup on my t-shirt
you can’t do that in your cubicle
on your red tie

I was such a satisfied slob
I miss my old job

My old job

Is my life much improved
now I stress once I grooved
my doctor said
he hadn’t seen me
since he couldn’t remember when
he said sorry
but you’re condition’s not improving
and there is no medicine

We played football on our lunch breaks
here you don’t throw a wad of paper at the trash
all this work and all this time
to get a little bigger house
and about the same amount of cash
no cut throats no pink slips no angry mob

I want my old job
my old job
my old job
my old job

© 1998 Liberty Beach Music
From the album, “My Old Job”

http://www.DavidHarris.com libertybeach1@mail.com All songs written by David Harris. Copyright 2006 Liberty Beach Music, BMI. Used by permission.

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