You walk in my neighborhood bar
Telling me you're a star
Thinking your good looks 'll take you far
But I got news to the otherwise
You're in for a surprise
When I come and kick your ass
Me and my boys have no use for you
We have work to do
Because there are too few
Hours in a day
To run and jump and play
You see, I have a family to feed
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You think I got these blisters pushing pencils
You think I got these callouses sitting still
Every day it gets a little harder to go on
But I will get by, yes I will