I don’t know where to start
Make sure nothing falls apart
Make me want to fart
And taxes my poor heart.
Week is ending soon
Two more days to work the room
Make giant stacks of cash bloom
Work to avoid financial ruin.
Jump in and swim to stay alive
Don’t jump in I won’t survive
Dreams to goals a constant strive
Towards happier days and bluer skies
Hopes my heart will survive
The stress of being a working guy.
