I got up and I drove to work / On the wrong side of the road / What the hell would I do? / I must admit I didn’t know / And Andrew came along y’all to add a couple lines or so / I’ve got one I finished yesterday / And I’ve got three-point-six to go
One down and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here / One down
and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of herePeople tell me / “Ben, just make up junk and turn it in” / But I never was alright with turning in a bunch of shit / I don’t like wasting time on music that won’t make me proud / But now I’ve found a reason to sit right down and shit some out
One down and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here / One down
and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here / Yeah, yeahI love you more than any man has loved before / I love you more than all the stars up in the sky / I think that we should settle down and live happily forever after / What do you think of that?
I’m really not complaining / I realize it’s just a job / And I hate hearing belly-aching rockstars whine and sob / ‘Cause I could be bussing tables / I could well be pumpin’ gas / but I get paid much finer / For playin’ piano and kissing ass / This is one I wrote just an hour ago / And three-point-six at last
One down and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here / One down
and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here / One down and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here / One down and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here
