1, 2

1, 2, 3



I got up and I drove to work

on the wrong side of the road

and what the hell would I do

I must admit I didn't know

and Andrew came along y'all

to add a couple of 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 out of 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 never could quite bring myself

to write a bunch of shit

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, 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 bellyaching

rockstars whine and sob

'cause I could be bussin' tables

I could well be pumping gas

yeah, but I get paid much finer

for playing piano and kissing ass



and it's one-point-six yesterday

and three-point-six 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

one down and three-point-six tomorrow

and I'm out of here