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I’ve got a full tank of gas and a stick up my ass,
You can bet your bottom dollar I ain’t going to class,
Sweating so bad that I feel like glue,
And I don’t know enough to be thinking for two,
But you’re thinking ‘bout me, and I’m thinking ‘bout you,
That’s enough for us, we’ve got plenty to do.
Plenty to do, plenty to do,
We ain’t got nothing, but there’s plenty to do,
Big green eyes that I wish you wouldn’t hide,
Oh I love the way that you stay by my side,
I’d do anything but be mean to you,
But you’re mean to yourself when you drink all that booze.
I met a reaganite on a hot summer night,
When we got on stage, we really put ‘em in a fright,
Didn’t like our songs so he didn’t stay long,
Had some opinions, his opinions were wrong,
Steal shit, burn shit, as long as you can say shit,
Stay in your bubble if you think it makes you strong.
Plenty to do, plenty to do,
We ain’t got nothing, but there’s plenty to do,
I see how you live and I see how you choose,
And I take pride in knowing that I’ll never be like you,
I won’t sing along, and I won’t stay long,
But you can sing all you want with your hypocrite blues.
Get fucked up and call me on the phone,
Like a siren beckoning a sailor to come,
If I were any less of a man,
I’d go but I won’t, and I’d rather stay at home,
I’ll keep the lights on, and I’ll play our songs,
But it takes more than you think to pretend nothing’s wrong.
Plenty to do, plenty to do,
We ain’t got nothing, but there’s plenty to do,
Big green eyes that I wish you wouldn’t hide,
Oh I love the way that you stay by my side,
I’d do anything but be mean to you,
But you’re mean to yourself when you drink all that booze.
Fuck it, we’re swinging.