Gordon Downie - One Good Fast Job lyrics

I know you keep hoping history might change That hope comes in a yellow dress And all the little things that stay the same One night, I promise Two nights, tops There's no need for drama This is one good fast job Planes dropping paper, jets dropping scissors Pretty soon all them chimps are becoming Regular Wizards There's what was promised There's what was thought Never mind the commas This is one good fast job “Say, ‘Art's shot!” Said Wellman to Fonda “Squeeze that line harder, Son

Squeeze it like an anaconda” Forget the promise Here's what I got You can do it in your pajamas This is one good fast job I had to look I had to go I had to laugh I had to stop I had to jump I had to act Listen, you sound hard, you sound dope You sound like you lick Your own envelopes Forget the promise Here's what I got How badly do you want this? It's one good fast job Planes dropping paper, jets dropping scissors See the planes drop the paper and the jets dropping the scissors