Trailer Trash Rockers - Fuck You Lyrics

I wake up, it's 4 am, tired as hell
But I know that I can, get my shit together
And make coffee, hunt for some rags That don't smell you see
You get up , to a fine good meal, sitting in your bed, you begin to chill
Thinking of what You might wear today, a new suit and tie, that'll be ok
I go out and check my car realize that I wont get far
Got a Flat more shit begins they'll be dockn my pay at work again
You step out, of your castle, your cars a minute oh What a hassle
Don't worry it'll be ok, there's somebody there to fix your day

At work, I'm never lost, do the same damn job just to please the boss
I work hard, and get overtime make extra Money make my weekend fine
At work your the boss, dishing out orders, your the king big hoss
You take a long Lunch go play some golf, living it large take the whole day off

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

And I know, I shouldn't wine, another pint and I'll be fine

I go to lunch look for a deal I hope they got a five dollar meal
You hop in to the limo feeling fine having a meal With steak and wine
Dropped a fry down my shirt again, another mess I just can't win
Your doing your thing but Soon your hot, bitchen to the waiter bout a water spot