What am I going to do when the jig is up, Buttercup?
Am I supposed to get a real job?
Would they hire me at Charles Schwab?
Would I find any joy in being a pool boy?
What am I going to do?
What am I going to do with no real world skills to speak of, my love?
Can I sell shower curtain rings?
Can I try out for the Detroit Red Wings?
Could I go back to school?
Or become a drug mule?
What am I going to do?
Maybe I'd take off in the middle of the night
And go somewhere warm, somewhere down south
I think Mike Tyson was right:
"Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth."
What am I going to do when I can't pair words with a melody, Blueberry?
Am I supposed to pick up a trade?
Can I make a living selling lemonade?
Could I work in construction?
Could I write myself off as a tax deduction?
What am I going to do?
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What am I going to do when the jig is up, Buttercup?
Am I supposed to get a real job?
Would they hire me at Charles Schwab?
Would I find any joy in being a pool boy?
What am I going to do?
What am I going to do with no real world skills to speak of, my love?
Can I sell shower curtain rings?
Can I try out for the Detroit Red Wings?
Could I go back to school?
Or become a drug mule?
What am I going to do?
Maybe I'd take off in the middle of the night
And go somewhere warm, somewhere down south
I think Mike Tyson was right:
"Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth."
What am I going to do when I can't pair words with a melody, Blueberry?
Am I supposed to pick up a trade?
Can I make a living selling lemonade?
Could I work in construction?
Could I write myself off as a tax deduction?
What am I going to do?
Am I supposed to get a real job?
Would they hire me at Charles Schwab?
Would I find any joy in being a pool boy?
What am I going to do?
What am I going to do with no real world skills to speak of, my love?
Can I sell shower curtain rings?
Can I try out for the Detroit Red Wings?
Could I go back to school?
Or become a drug mule?
What am I going to do?
Maybe I'd take off in the middle of the night
And go somewhere warm, somewhere down south
I think Mike Tyson was right:
"Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth."
What am I going to do when I can't pair words with a melody, Blueberry?
Am I supposed to pick up a trade?
Can I make a living selling lemonade?
Could I work in construction?
Could I write myself off as a tax deduction?
What am I going to do?
Writer: Andrew Coady
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songs for Everyone and No One