| Got some free advice the other day
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| From an older relative of mine
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| He said, I dig what you do
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| But I think you’re wasting your time
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| Cause driving around, getting drunk with your friends in a van every night
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| Sounds like a lotta fun, but you need a plan B, cause it ain’t gonna last long
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| past twenty one
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| You’ll never make enough money
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| And no one cares about the things you say
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| You’re gonna wake up someday
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| And you’ll wish you got a job
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| Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
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| Driving up and down the freeway
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| Someday when you’re too old to play
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| Yeah, you’ll wish you got a job
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| I bummed a cigarette from a guy in Manhattan last week
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| I told him politely, thank you
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| Then with this hollowed out look, he turned to me and said
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| You know for twenty five years I’ve been a banker
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| In all my many years of life, I suddenly feel obliged to impart to you one free
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| piece of advice
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| You must invest in your future, I said thanks for the cigarette but I think I
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| know the rest
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| (Or) You’ll never make enough money
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| And no one cares about the things you say
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| You’re gonna wake up someday
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| And you’ll wish you got a job
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| Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
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| Driving up and down the freeway
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| Someday when you’re too old to play
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| Yeah, you’ll wish you got a job |