This lawyer hole I been climbing in
Feels dark and wet and cold
Twenty five years on the Lousiana Bar
Make you feel five hundred years old

I don't want to do what I do
Do you, do you?
I don't want to do what I do

Didn't you hear the recession's on
Nobody wants to buy a new car
So I'll dick off for a couple of hours
Then drive down to the bar

I don't want to do what I do
Do you, do you?
I don't want to do what I do, do you?

I've been healing the sick and lame
That part feels okay
But I been dealing with the managed care
And I just can't get paid
I just can't get paid

I don't want to do what I do
Do you, do you?
I don't want to do what I do