Letra
Ver letra con acordes
[Intro]
x2
[Verse]
Got some free advice the other day
From an older relative of mine
He said, I dig what you do
But I think you re wasting your time
[Pre-Chorus]
Cause driving around, getting drunk with your friends in a van every night
Sounds like a lotta fun, but you need a plan B, cause it ain t gonna last long past twenty one
[Chorus]
You ll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you say
You re gonna wake up someday
And you ll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Driving up and down the freeway
Someday when you re too old to play
Yeah, you ll wish you got a job
[Interlude]
x2
[Verse]
I bummed a cigarette from a guy in Manhattan last week
And I told him politely, thank you
Then with this hollowed out look, he turned to me and said
You know for twenty five years I ve been a banker
[Pre-Chorus]
In all my many years of life, I suddenly feel obliged to impart to you one free piece of advice
You must invest in your future, I said thanks for the cigarette but I think I know the rest
[Chorus]
(Or) You ll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you say
You re gonna wake up someday
And you ll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Driving up and down the freeway
Someday when you re too old to play
Yeah, you ll wish you got a job
[Interlude]
x2
[Solo]
[Chorus]
(Or) You ll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you say
You re gonna wake up someday
And you ll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Driving up and down the freeway
Someday when you re too old to play
Yeah, you ll wish you got a job
[Outro]
x2
[Verse]
Got some free advice the other day
From an older relative of mine
He said, I dig what you do
But I think you re wasting your time
[Pre-Chorus]
Cause driving around, getting drunk with your friends in a van every night
Sounds like a lotta fun, but you need a plan B, cause it ain t gonna last long past twenty one
[Chorus]
You ll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you say
You re gonna wake up someday
And you ll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Driving up and down the freeway
Someday when you re too old to play
Yeah, you ll wish you got a job
[Interlude]
x2
[Verse]
I bummed a cigarette from a guy in Manhattan last week
And I told him politely, thank you
Then with this hollowed out look, he turned to me and said
You know for twenty five years I ve been a banker
[Pre-Chorus]
In all my many years of life, I suddenly feel obliged to impart to you one free piece of advice
You must invest in your future, I said thanks for the cigarette but I think I know the rest
[Chorus]
(Or) You ll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you say
You re gonna wake up someday
And you ll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Driving up and down the freeway
Someday when you re too old to play
Yeah, you ll wish you got a job
[Interlude]
x2
[Solo]
[Chorus]
(Or) You ll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you say
You re gonna wake up someday
And you ll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Driving up and down the freeway
Someday when you re too old to play
Yeah, you ll wish you got a job
[Outro]