| I give part time help
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| I’m the odd job man
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| I can’t do what I want
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| So I do what I can
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| And I’ll tell you now
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| So that you will understand
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| You get just what you pay for from the odd job man
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| One day this dude drives in the station
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| And I slide out to the pump
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| And he says, «I need some odd jobs done
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| Can you get off from this dump?»
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| Well I can always use some extra bread
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| So I nod and take the job
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| When he says «Clean up before you come
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| I do not hire slobs»
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| Now you can see I’m not no fancy pants
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| But everyone has pride
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| And especially since this lovely lady’s
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| Sittin' by his side
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| Still something keeps my trap shut
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| And I nod again «Alright»
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| And he gooses his Mercedes
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| And he squeals off in the night
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| I give part time help
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| I’m the odd job man
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| I can’t do what I want
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| So I do what I can
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| And I’ll tell you now
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| So that you will understand
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| You get just what you pay for
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| From the odd job man
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| Well I find his place next morning
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| It’s more a palace than a pad
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| And it kind of makes my pick-up truck
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| Start looking pretty bad
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| But the same lady swings the door back
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| And before one word is said
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| She leads me to his trophy room
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| Where he sits with his stuffed heads
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| He’s got this list of jobs for me to do
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| While he’s out of town
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| And he says «I'm too damn busy boy
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| The way I move around»
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| Well I start to figure prices when he says
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| «It's time you learned
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| When you’re dealing with a gentleman
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| You get just what you earn»
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| I give part time help
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| I’m the odd job man
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| I can’t do what I want
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| So I do what I can
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| And I’ll tell you now
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| So that you will understand
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| You get just what you pay for
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| From the odd job man
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| I set to work that weekend
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| And I’m fixin' up some stairs
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| When I feel that someone’s watching me
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| And I see SHE’S standing there
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| And she says «I like to watch you work
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| You have such supple hands»
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| She says «Can I help you?» |
| and I say
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| «Baby, you can! |
| «Well she looks me in the eyes, boys
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| I admit I looked a little lower
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| That’s when she starts breathing faster
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| And I start working slower
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| You see when you have a helper
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| With her attitude and grace
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| You start puttin' lots of extra hours
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| Workin' 'round the place
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| I give part time help
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| I’m the odd job man
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| I can’t do what I want
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| So I do what I can
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| And I’ll tell you now
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| So that you will understand
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| You get just what you pay for
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| From the odd job man
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| Well a month had too soon come and gone
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| With my odd jobs all done
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| When who should pull up to the pump
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| But the long-lost prodigal son
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| And he says «Here's a hundred dollars, boy»
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| Pulls the bill off from his wad
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| And he starts to hand it over
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| Like a gift come straight from God
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| I say «That's just a buck an hour, sir!»
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| He says «That's what I pay for jerks»
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| Now I admit that almost blew my cool
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| But I staggered back to work
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| You see most times when it’s said and done
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| There’s justice to this life
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| Cause what that man had done to me
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| I’d done to his wife!
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| I give part time help
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| I’m the odd job man
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| I can’t do what I want
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| So I do what I can
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| And I’ll tell you now
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| So that you will understand
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| You get just what you pay for
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| From the odd job man |