Pajama Car Wash Blues

Hey man…
I should be sittin’ in an air conditioned office in a big swivel chair,
with my feet on the desk and a big fat cigar.
Instead, I got a rag in my hand, rubbin’ bird poop off this car.
Walkin round and round it, in wet, rubber shoes,
I got them steadily depressin’,
Low-down, mind-messin’,
Workin’ at the car wash blues.

(Grant always starts his sentences with, "Hey Man".)