(One...
Two...
One, two, three, four...)
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
Andrea came along y'all
To add a couple lines or so
I got one I finished yesterday
And I got three-point-six to go
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
People tell me
Ben, just make up junk
And turn it in
But i could never could quite bring myself
To write 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 outta here
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
Yeah, yeah...
I 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
Yeah, but I get paid much finer
For playin' piano and kissin' ass
And it's one-point-six
Yesterday
And three-point-six
The last
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
One down
And three-point-six
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here