Из альбома: Attack of the Planet Smashers
On my way from work, I'm on the 80 Bus
It's crowded as hell, someone's raising up a fuss
Shove past an old man and take the last free spot
I leanback in the bucket seat and checkout what I've got
Sparkle in my eye, smile on my face
Slicked back hair, gotta keep up with the pace
Cheap smelling perfume is drifting here and there
I open up a window cause it's really hard to bear
All I need is a look in my direction
Take another peek at a wonderful complexion
All this stress makes me suffer indigestion
Hey won't you notice spend a moment in reflection
You'll always find me hanging around
Playing pool at Gert's and drinking 'til I drown
A leisure suit, I can't get dusty
Karaoke mic, you know my singing's rusty
Friday night is here, and I'm on the move
Fall down some stairs, and roll me up a dube
Rev up the engine of my shiny trans-am
I guess I never realized that I'm my only fan