Song Description
I guy who is just fed up with his life. tired of all the normal routines. Going to pack his bags and head for the islands.
| Song Length |
3:47 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Rock - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Annoyed, Mad |
Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
HOW'S THIS
(By: Francis G. MacPherson)
Hit the alarm, It's 5:08
Wife's talking, You're gonna be late
Mortgage payments way too high
Baby crying -- how am I gonna survive?
I'm starting to think I need a plan, to take me to the Promised land
I'm starting to think I need a plan, to take me to the Promised Land
"HOW'S THIS"
Trash the house -- cement the grass
Pack my credit cards -- Can-Cun
Trash the house -- cement the grass
Pack my credit cards -- Can-Cun
Get to work -- you know I'm late
Missed deadlines -- I'm such a disgrace
Boss says, we "need" to talk
I must do better or I'll have to walk
I'm starting to think I need a plan, to take me to the Promised Land
I'm starting to think I need a plan, to take me to the Promised Land
"HOW'S THIS"
Tell off my boss -- Quit my job
Pack my credit cards -- Maui, Maui
Tell off my boss -- Quit my job
Pack my credit cards -- Maui, Maui
Hit the Gym, you know it's crowded
Nothing but lines and sweaty people
Does it really matter what shape I'm in
Will life get better -- if I get thin?
I'm starting to think I need a plan, to take me to the Promised Land
I'm starting to think I need a plan, to take me to the Promised Land
"HOW'S THIS"
No more exercise - nothing but fast food and ice cream
Pack my credit cards - Bora, Bora
No more exercise -- nothing but fast food and ice cream
Pack my credit cards -- Bora, Bora