In the middle of late last night
I was sitting on a curb
I didn't know what about but
I was feeling quite disturbed
A street sweeper came whistling by
He was bouncing every step
It seemed strange how good he felt
So I asked him while he swept
He said, it's my job
To be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason
To go for me
It's my job to be
Better than the rest
And that makes a day for me
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I got an uncle who owns a bank
He's a self-made millionaire
He never had anyone to love
Never had no one to care
He always seemed kinda sad to me
And I asked him why that was
And he told me it's because
In my contract, there's this clause
That says, it's my job
To be worried half to death
And that's the thing
People respect in me
It's my job but
Without it I'd be less than
What I expect from me
Now I've been lazy
Most all my life
Writing songs and sleeping late
And any manual labor I've done
Was purely by mistake
If street sweepers can smile
Then I've got no right
To feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
Til the lights go on
And the stage is set
And the song hits home
And you feel that sweat
It's my job to be
Different than the rest
And that's enough
Reason to go for me
It's my job to be
Better than the rest
And that's a
Rough break for me
It's my job to be
Cleaning up this mess
And that's enough
Reason to go for me
It's my job to be
Better than the rest
And that makes the day for me
