Lyrics:
Phone gets to moanin'
You wake up hungover 'n
You look up at the time
Man on the line says,
"Get out of bed, and
"You'd best be here by nine"
What's that odor from?
Sleepin' in your uniform
Man, that stench is sour
Go do your best
And don't you undress
'fore you get into the shower
But it's cold, yeah it's cold, so goddamn cold
Can't rinse or repeat
Your broken water heater's
Been leakin' on the floor
Put on your boots and
Your winter coat, too
Now be scootin' out the door
And your car's all covered
Now you're gonna need a shovel
Don't you bother scrapin' ice
Stick your head out your window
And don't you go too slow
I'm sure that you'll be fine
But it's cold, yeah it's cold, so goddamn cold
In Hell they say you suffer from the heat
Those liars also said that life's a beach
Roll on the lot
Go on and double park
'cause you know it's half past ten
Get on the clock
Maybe if you don't talk
Your work day will begin
But at the front door
Your supervisor corners you
And give the evil eye
You say, "Hear me out,
"I got a perfect alibi"
Hey says, "Son,
"You know you're fired"
And it's cold, yeah it's cold, so goddamn cold
Details: Our water heater broke today! So you know I had to write a song about it. Also, my last three songs have been dreamy, trancey kinds of things, and I wanted to change things up. Furthermore, a lot of the writers in the Fearless Songwriting Challenge have pretty rich lyrics, and I wanted to try upping my game a little (I like rich lyrics and complicated rhyme schemes, but I can't always whip them out on short notice like some folks).
Anyway, this took almost 5 hours to write, and I got it uploaded just barely under the wire...
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