This Job Is Killing Me
He clears his throat
And he's driving up his crowd
He used to sway
But he's turned it all around
Yeah, he's mopping up his brow
Yeah, he's taking his time
Working his crowd
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
I'm alone for just so much
Honey, this job is killing me."
He lost his voice
When he got back home
He's at 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
and that's a job
He'll never leave it now
He's turned it all around
But honey, this job is killing me
Este trabajo me está matando
Él se aclara la garganta
Y está animando a su multitud
Solía balancearse
Pero lo ha cambiado todo
Sí, está limpiando su frente
Sí, se está tomando su tiempo
Trabajando su multitud
Él lanza dos palabras
Encima de un autobús
Está hablando todo el día
Siempre nos está diciendo
'Es fácil moverse
Hombre, sé de lo que hablo
Cuando llego a casa
Estoy solo por un rato
Cariño, este trabajo me está matando'
Perdió su voz
Cuando regresó a casa
Está esforzándose
Pero ahora lo ha cambiado todo
Sí, lo ha cambiado todo
Sí, pero ahora está en casa
Y está contando su dinero
Está tomando pastillas y llamando a su ex
Perdió su voz
Pero está bien
Dice que ahora es feliz
Conduciendo ese autobús por ahí
Y ese es un trabajo
Que nunca dejará ahora
Lo ha cambiado todo
Pero cariño, este trabajo me está matando