They Might Be Giants Lyrics - 1986

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This song is dedicated to all you modern-day troubadors out there
And i think i know who you are

I got to get a job
Got to get some pay
My son's gotta go to art school
He's leaving in three days
And the tv's in esperanto*
You know that that's a bitch
But alienation's for the rich
And i'm feeling poorer every day
Hey hey hey

Well i ain't feeling happy
About the state of things in my life
But i'm working to make it better
With a six of miller high life
Just drinking and a-driving
Making sure my dues get paid
Because alienation's for the rich
And i'm feeling poorer every day
Hey hey hey

Well i ain't feeling happy
About the state of things in my life
But i'm working to make it better
With a six of miller high life
Just drinking and a-driving
Making sure my dues get paid
Because alienation's for the rich
And i'm feeling poorer every day
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey