| Well, I just got out of the county prison doin'
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| 90 days for nonsupport
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| Tried to find me an executice position
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| but no matter how smooth I talk
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| They wouldn’t listen to the fact that I was a genius
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| the man said we got all that we can use
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| Now I got them steadily deppressin', low-down mind-messin'
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| workin' at the carwash blues
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| Well, I should be sittin' in an air-conditioned
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| office in a swivel chair
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| Talkin' some trash to the secratary sayin'
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| (spoken) hey now mama come on over here
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| But still I’m stuck here rubbin' these fenders with a rag
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| and walkin' home in soggy old shoes
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| With them steadily deppressin', low-down mind-messin'
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| workin' at the car wash blues
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| You know a man of my ability
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| he should be smokin' on a big cigar
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| But till I get myself straight I guess I’ll just have to wait
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| in my rubber suit rubbin' these cars
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| Well all I can do is shake my head, you might not believe that it’s true
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| but workin' at this indoor Niagra falls is an undiscovered Howard Hughes
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| So baby, don’t 'spect to see me with no double martini in any high-brow society
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| news
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| cause I got them steadily deppressin', low-down mind-messin' workin' at the car
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| wash blues |