歌曲 | It's My Job |
歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
专辑 | Live in Mansfield, MA |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Mac Mcanally Music:Mac Mcanally | |
For Mac who reminds me of me seven years ago | |
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb | |
I didn't know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed | |
A street sweeper came whistlin' by, he was bouncin' every step | |
It seemed strange how good he felt, so I asked him while he swept | |
Chorus: | |
He said, 'It's my job to be cleaning up this mess | |
And that's enough reason to go for me | |
It's my job to be better than the rest | |
And that makes a day for me.' | |
I got an uncle who owns a bank, he's a self-made millionaire | |
He never had anyone to love, never had no one to care | |
He always seemed kinda sad to me and I asked him why that was | |
And he told me it's because in my contract there's this clause | |
Chorus: | |
That says, 'It's my job to be worried half to death | |
And that's the thing people respect in me | |
It's my job but without it I'd be less | |
Than what I expect from me.' | |
Now I've been lazy most all my life writin' songs and sleepin' late | |
And any manual labor I've done was purely by mistake | |
If street sweepers can smile then I've got no right to feel upset | |
But sometimes I still forget | |
'Til the lights go on and the stage is set | |
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat | |
Chorus: | |
It's my job to be different than the rest | |
And that's enough reason to go for me | |
It's my job to be better than the rest | |
And that's a rough break for me | |
Chorus: | |
It's my job to be cleaning up this mess | |
And that's enough reason to go for me | |
It's my job to be better than the rest | |
And that makes the day for me | |
*Notes: | |
Background Vocals: Mac McAnally, J.D. Souther |
Lyrics: Mac Mcanally Music: Mac Mcanally | |
For Mac who reminds me of me seven years ago | |
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb | |
I didn' t know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed | |
A street sweeper came whistlin' by, he was bouncin' every step | |
It seemed strange how good he felt, so I asked him while he swept | |
Chorus: | |
He said, ' It' s my job to be cleaning up this mess | |
And that' s enough reason to go for me | |
It' s my job to be better than the rest | |
And that makes a day for me.' | |
I got an uncle who owns a bank, he' s a selfmade millionaire | |
He never had anyone to love, never had no one to care | |
He always seemed kinda sad to me and I asked him why that was | |
And he told me it' s because in my contract there' s this clause | |
Chorus: | |
That says, ' It' s my job to be worried half to death | |
And that' s the thing people respect in me | |
It' s my job but without it I' d be less | |
Than what I expect from me.' | |
Now I' ve been lazy most all my life writin' songs and sleepin' late | |
And any manual labor I' ve done was purely by mistake | |
If street sweepers can smile then I' ve got no right to feel upset | |
But sometimes I still forget | |
' Til the lights go on and the stage is set | |
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat | |
Chorus: | |
It' s my job to be different than the rest | |
And that' s enough reason to go for me | |
It' s my job to be better than the rest | |
And that' s a rough break for me | |
Chorus: | |
It' s my job to be cleaning up this mess | |
And that' s enough reason to go for me | |
It' s my job to be better than the rest | |
And that makes the day for me | |
Notes: | |
Background Vocals: Mac McAnally, J. D. Souther |
Lyrics: Mac Mcanally Music: Mac Mcanally | |
For Mac who reminds me of me seven years ago | |
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb | |
I didn' t know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed | |
A street sweeper came whistlin' by, he was bouncin' every step | |
It seemed strange how good he felt, so I asked him while he swept | |
Chorus: | |
He said, ' It' s my job to be cleaning up this mess | |
And that' s enough reason to go for me | |
It' s my job to be better than the rest | |
And that makes a day for me.' | |
I got an uncle who owns a bank, he' s a selfmade millionaire | |
He never had anyone to love, never had no one to care | |
He always seemed kinda sad to me and I asked him why that was | |
And he told me it' s because in my contract there' s this clause | |
Chorus: | |
That says, ' It' s my job to be worried half to death | |
And that' s the thing people respect in me | |
It' s my job but without it I' d be less | |
Than what I expect from me.' | |
Now I' ve been lazy most all my life writin' songs and sleepin' late | |
And any manual labor I' ve done was purely by mistake | |
If street sweepers can smile then I' ve got no right to feel upset | |
But sometimes I still forget | |
' Til the lights go on and the stage is set | |
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat | |
Chorus: | |
It' s my job to be different than the rest | |
And that' s enough reason to go for me | |
It' s my job to be better than the rest | |
And that' s a rough break for me | |
Chorus: | |
It' s my job to be cleaning up this mess | |
And that' s enough reason to go for me | |
It' s my job to be better than the rest | |
And that makes the day for me | |
Notes: | |
Background Vocals: Mac McAnally, J. D. Souther |