No, nothing picks me up like a beer can And get to feeling like superman I'm gonna throw back a couple an' Keep it 'em glued to my right hand Any flavor, size, or brand Until the point where I can’t stand I’ve been working this job 9 to 5 Minium wage and

Change in the air And they'll hide everywhere And no one knows who's in control Repress and restrain Still the pressure and the pain Wash the blood off your hands This time she won't understand You're working so hard And you're never in charge

She's working on a tan Working on a tan Soaking up the sun Getting next to nothing done Chilling in a chair Flower in her hair Margarita in her hand She's sitting in the sand, She's got the focus