This Job Is Killing Me

He clears his throat
 And he's tightening up his crown
 He used to sweat it
 But he's turned it all around
 Yeah, he's mopping up his brow
 Yeah, he's taking his time
 Working his crowd
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 He's lunging two words
 Atop a bus
 He's talking all day long
 He's always telling us
 "It's easy to get around
 Man, I know my stuff
 When I get home
 Laugh but joke so much
 Honey, this job is killing me."
 He lost his voice
 When he got back home
 He's had it hard
 But now he's turned it all around
 Yeah, he's turned it all around
 Yeah, but now he's at home
 And he's counting his cash
 He's popping pills and he's calling his ex
 He lost his voice
 But he's all right
 He says he's happy now
 Driving that bus around
 Crashed it and that's the job
 He'll never leave it now
 He's turned it all around
 But honey, this job is killing me