| Lately I been sittin here just thinkin'
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| The life I lead has gotta be a drag
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| Punchin' all these buttons on computers
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| Windows 95 just ain’t my bag
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| Gettin' up so early in the mornin'
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| One more pop tart’s gonna make me gag
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| Getting home so late in the evenin'
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| Just to watch T.V. with the old nag
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| Friday comes and then it’s time for freedom
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| Freedom just to mow and rake and weed 'em
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| I wish I had a son to cut the lawn
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| So I could watch the football game and yawn
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| Then I’d fire up the barbeque
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| And show 'em what suburban man can do
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| But hopefully some day I will reform
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| And a way gone cat will be reborn
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| Oh, I wanna be a rockabilly rebel
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| I wanna dance and drag and drop away the night
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| I’m gonna tell those fools that rockabilly rules
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| And if they don’t like it then we’ll have to fight
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| I’m gonna quit my job and join the rockabilly mob
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| Now that I have finally seen the light
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| Or maybe I’ll find work as a rockin' soda jerk
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| Or maybe I’ll go cruisin' on my bike
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| I’m gonna quit my job and join the rockabilly mob
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| And make a rockin' changeup in my life
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| I’m gonna get a guitar and a hot rod car
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| And maybe even get a brand new wife
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| I’ll fill my hair with grease so I can lose the police
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| When they try and take my switchblade knife
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| I’m breakin' free and I’m bound to be
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| The coolest cat around since Barney Fife |