Day Job

written by: Miles Zuniga & Jeff Groves

© 2006 The Small Stars

First day on the job
And I hate it already
Nine to five-thirty
It's like a bad dream
Who'd have thought
It'd come to this
I had to buy
Someone else's piss
To get the

Day job (day job)
Dead end straight job, yeah
I don't wanna work for you (I don't wanna work)
I don't wanna work for you (I don't wanna work)
Well I know I got a bad attitude

I get Sundays off
But no benefits
Minimum wage
This bird's in a cage
They clipped my wings
Now I can't fly
I used to be Guy
Now they call me Dale

At the day job (day job)
Dead end straight job, yeah
I don't wanna work for you (I don't wanna work)
I don't wanna work for you (I don't wanna work)
Well I know I got a bad attitude
And I hate this stupid outfit too

Khaki pants
And a silly blue blazer
My life's going nowhere
The hours drag by
And there's nothing to do
But I gotta look busy
Having a smoke break
Outside the Sally's

At the day job (day job)
Dead end straight job, yeah
I don't wanna work for you (I don't wanna work)
I don't wanna work for you (I don't wanna work)
Well I smile and grin like a salesman
Now I'm workin' for the man (Now I'm workin' for the man)
Now I'm workin' for the man (Now you're workin' for the man)
Oh, now I'm workin' for the man
Now I'm workin' for the man
Now I'm workin' for the man
Now I'm workin' for the man

At the day job (day job)
Dead end straight job, yeah