everything i get is already broken

everyone i meet is need of repair

every time i speak it's already spoken

every future plan finds me under-prepared

you gotta wiggle the handle

you gotta jiggle the key

you gotta work it with what you're working with when you're working it next to me

my whole world is held together with duct tape

all seems fine but deep inside i'm gasping for air

the odds are watching me for any mistake that i make

it takes alot to give a damn while fronting like you don't even care

you gotta wiggle the handle

you gotta jiggle the key

you gotta work it with what you're working with when you're working it next to

you gotta jiggle the handle

you gotta wiggle the keys

you gotta work it with what you're working with when you're working it next to me

rock my hoopdie pushing off into the sunset

failure on my radio and into the air

pass the exit sign and we'll be out of new jersey

leave this mess behind and always carry a spare

you gotta wiggle the handle

you gotta jiggle the key

you gotta work it with what you're working with when you're working it next to

you gotta jiggle the handle

you gotta wiggle the key

you gotta work it with what you're working with when you're working it next to me