At the End of the Day

Permit me to herald my name

as we sit her chewing the fat

Folks round these parts call me "Friend"

and there's nothing wrong with that

Come ask me how I make ends meet

and how I pay my child support

According to my polo shirt

I work somewhere near the airport

I'm off the clock by 10 or so

counting greenbacks to gauge our score

Dealing the tips like playing cards

working too damn hard to be this poor

There’s 3 of us we split between

because there's 3 of us who've earned

It looks like some were generous

it also looks like we've been burned

I spend 40 hours every week

just whittling down my monthly nut

Can barely afford good food

despite the size of my beer gut

Tonight as we gather our change

one colleague begins to grumble

While I do some math in my head

my stomach begins to rumble

I played behind the wheel all day

retracing sideways figure 8s

A Super Duty 450

that's wedged between 2 license plates

I wrestled with the luggage rack

and burned off a bunch of its gas

Can't please everyone all the time

So pucker up and kiss my ass

My rusty steed awaits my key

with doors I have trouble latching

I tremble when she springs to life

half surprised that I'm not walking

Low fuel light on the dashboard glows

right next to the check engine thing

I'm glad it's passed emissions age

as my eyes continue to sting

I venture around to the right

and continue down to the south

I passed the 7 Eleven

while suffering from cotton mouth

I don't get paid til next Friday

We'll have to survive until then

I'll light this candle tomorrow

and do it all over again