| It’s a nine mile walk from the office to the pumps
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| Sometimes, you think you’re gonna drop
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| In the end, you’re filthy dirty, horny, and pissed off
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| And before you can leave, you gotta sweep the fuckin' shop
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| It’s a real, real bitch to be workin' for the man
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| But, shit, I do it well, so what the fuck?
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| I could probably wash dishes at some other fuckin' dump
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| But it’s all the same to me, bustin' ass to make a buck
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| So read 'em up and stick 'em, pump that fucker good
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| Some woman down on Main Street needs a jump
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| Get your fingers out your ass and pump some faggot’s gas
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| And think about how bad New Hope sucks
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| Well, it’s a piss poor life when the ladies fire you up
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| And then you check their oil and know you’re fucked
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| Cause no one wants some loser who works for five an hour
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| Smells like gas, looks like shit, works in the rain, and rude as hell
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| Well, I can fix a tire like a hurricane, Melinda
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| I know that I’m the best, for what it’s worth
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| So if I choose to help ya, don’t look like you expect it
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| Cause it’s a gift that God gave me at birth
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| So read 'em up and stick 'em, pump that fucker good
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| Some woman down on Main Street needs a jump
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| Get your fingers out your ass and pump some faggot’s gas
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| And think about how bad New Hope sucks
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| So read 'em up and stick 'em, pump that fucker good
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| Some woman down on Main Street needs a jump
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| Get your fingers out your ass and pump some faggot’s gas
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| And think about how bad New Hope sucks |