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 never was alright with turning in

A bunch of shit

Don't like wasting time

On music that won't make you 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