Lyrics

I wonder if I ever can
Be an ordinary man
Maybe an Electrician
A Shoemaker or a Clerk
My burning creativity
Is gonna be the death of me
I'd really rather be a Salesman
A Carpenter or a Thief

Oh, what a drag
To be overpaid and educated
I wish I was Working With My Hands
Wouldn?t it be such a relief
To turn off my mind and draw the blinds
I wish I was Working With My Hands

My burning creativity
Is gonna be the death of me
I'd really rather be a Sailor
A Bricklayer or a Chef