(One...

Two...

One, two, three, four...)



I got up and I drove to work 

On the wrong side of the road

What the hell would I do

I must admit I didn't know



Andrea came along y'all

To add a couple lines or so

I got one I finished yesterday

And I got three-point-six to go



One down

And three-point-six

Tomorrow 

And I'm outta here



One down

And three-point-six

Tomorrow

And I'm out of here



People tell me

Ben, just make up junk

And turn it in

but i never was alright

with turning in a bunch of shit



i don't like wasting time

On music that won't make me proud

But now I've found a reason

To sit right down and shit some out



One down

And three-point-six

Tomorrow

And I'm outta here



One down

And three-point-six

Tomorrow

And I'm out of here



Yeah, yeah...



I love you more than

Any man has loved before I

Love you more than

All the stars up in the sky



I think that we should

Settle down and

Live happily forever

After



What do you think of that?...



I'm really not complaining

I realize it's just a job

And I hate hearing belly-aching rockstars

Whine and sob



'Cause I could be bussing tables

I could well be pumpin' gas

Yeah, but I get paid much finer

For playin' piano and kissin' ass



And it's one-point-six

Yesterday

And three-point-six

The last



One down

And three-point-six

Tomorrow

And I'm outta here



One down

And three-point-six

Tomorrow

And I'm out of here



One down

And three-point-six

One down

And three-point-six

Tomorrow

And I'm out of here