| Get out of bed you sleepy head
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| And shake a leg or two
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| The sun is up, pour some coffee in the cup
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| The rent is way past due
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| Could I rewind the hands of time
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| Back to my wasted youth
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| I’d lay the days all out in a line
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| And waste my time with you
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| The freeway’s like a parkin' lot
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| And I’m runnin' low on time
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| I’m workin' double shifts to find
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| I’m barely scrapin' by
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| What I would give if I could live
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| The way the rich folks do
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| Just kickin' back in my cadillac
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| And wastin' time with you
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| We could take the time so hard to find
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| And wrestle it to the floor
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| Then wake up and do nothin' like it’s never been done before
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| Sometimes at night my thoughts ignite
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| In dreams of great escape
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| A couple sticks of dynamite
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| And no more workin' late
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| I’m sure the cops would understand
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| They’re workin' people too
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| And I’d like to take this chance to thank
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| Those hard workin' boys in blue
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| Just kickin' back in our cadillac
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| And wastin' time with you
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| Just wastin' time with you
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| I wanna be wastin' time with you |