Old And Unprofessional
I got seven gallons in my tank
That's enough to get me back to Queens
So I can write this song
I got three hundred bucks, I can pay rent this month
Oh my god, oh my god, it's just enough
Oh my god, oh my god, I'm all grown up
Oh my, oh my god
Burritos, malt liquor, Katamari, broken tuner
Burritos, malt liquor, Katamari, broken tuner
Two days, three bones, time 1-0-0
Oh, oh my, oh my god
Hooray for the young professionals
We'll stay out of your way, we will give you the world
We will find an easy way to
Live life far away from you
Give head, get ahead, play dirty, not fair
Be a billionaire, be a jillion-aire
But you'll all be the same
You'll all be the same until you're old and unprofessional like me
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Get a job
Try having fun
Writer/s: Jeffrey Ernest Rosenstock
