Insomnia (insomnia) wrote,
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A manly man's drinkin' song.

I'm torn about the song "Que Sera, Sera". It's got one of the best singin' melodies of the entire 20th century, but the lyrics are just not well-suited for men, so I figured I would rewrite them from a rousing, booze-sodden male perspective.

Voila! A song worthy of singing at any cheap dive, All-American Octoberfest, or anywhere you'd find a plentiful supply of middle-aged men and substandard American beer!

"Get a Job, You Slob"
[Music by Ray Evans and Jay Livingston, lyrics by Mark Kraft]

When I was just a little boy
I asked my father
What will I be
Will I be famous?
Will I be rich?
Here's what he said to me...

Get a job, you slob!
'Cause money don't grow on trees
So what if you're only three?
Get a job, you slob.
It don't grow on trees.

When I grew up and went to college
I asked my father
What lies ahead
Should I take business
science or math?
Here's what my father said...

Get a job, you slob.
And fuck all those high degrees
The ones that you'll never need.
Get a job, you slob.
Fuck those high degrees.

When I was finally a man
They laid my dad off down at the plant.
"Give us a loan, son.
Since you're so rich..."
Here's what I told
that son-of-a-bitch!

Get a job, you slob.
'Cause money don't grow on trees
Unless you like poverty,
Get a job, you slob.
It don't grow on trees.

(repeat final chorus)
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