Why do i need a job, why do i need a job I feel so free, i got nowhere to be So why so i need a job I once worked for an old ba*tard Who always pushed me to work faster He made fun of me Cause my hair was green He tried to stick his hands into my jeans My girlfriend is a stripper in abilene She likes me to stay home and watch tv. She pays for my food, She likes to be rude She undresses her friends for me I don't have a clue What i wanna do Maybe i could invent Something cool Or i could do time For committing a crime Then sue for a million Or two I traded my car for a van Filled it with gas, guitars and this band They pay us with beer, We stole all this gear So why don't ya'll Give us a hand