Lyrics

Living In My Van (approx. bpms 182)


I ain?t scared of working man I?ve done my share of time
You may call it shirking but I?m walking across that line
Just let the door kick my behind
Punched up them computers Lord and I?ve punched them in my dreams
Filed napkin dispensers and them Coke machines
I got dirty, but I earned it clean
Sheila thinks I?m lazy but I need some heavy rest
Never made much money, nothing?s just a little less
If I spend my whole life working I might be a rich old man
What the hell would I need some gold watch, living in my van

I used to get defensive about being unemployed
I got no right to resent it because I?ve made my choice
Got no direction, least I ain?t bored
No listing no address in the phone directory
Call Sheila Jones my girlfriend to get in touch with me
If I spend my whole life working I could be a rich old man
Why the hell would I want some gold watch, living in my van

Living in my van (4)

I pissed away my savings and I got in debt real bad
Was broke and I was homeless, lost everything I had
Man I was desperate and I was numb
Then one day my old van broke down outside a factory
Walked inside and looked real hard at the life staring back at me
Asked the man, for extension 503
Sheila said again that?s the last dime you?ll get from me
My van runs like a top now and I?m headed down the highway free
I?m free
If I spend my whole life working I might be a rich dead man
Why the hell would I need some gold watch living in my van

M.Landgarten c and p 1995 Jelly Bar Music ASCAP