You get up every morning from alarm clock's warning Take the 8:15 into the city There's a whistle up above and people pushing, people shoving And the girls who try to look pretty And if your train's on time, you can get to work by nine And start your slavin' jobs and get your pay If you ever get annoyed, look at me, I'm self-employed I love to work at nothing all day
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If it were easy as fishing, you could be a musician If you could make sounds loud or mellow Get a secondhand guitar, chances are you'll go far If you get in with the right bunch of fellows People see you having fun just a-lying in the sun You tell them that you like it this way It's the work that we avoid and we're all self-employed We love to work at nothing all day
There's an intersection on my walking route that I think of as "my retirement plan." No luck yet but at least one car ignores the No Right Turn light on every cycle, so it's only a matter of time.