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I lay down my reading, it's Tuesday afternoon
I leave home in a hurry 'cause happy hour starts soon
I stroll down the sidewalk, cars rush along
cross busy streets singing this song:
di-diddy di-diddy di-diddy di-diddy di-diddy di-diddy di

some folks'll jeer for I've no career and I spend most my days in a bar drinking beer
they'll rant and they'll rave how pennies must be saved, but they've no chance to spend them 'til paying for the grave

I know the world's unfair and nothing's for free, but spending all my days working is no life for me

I pass by the banker in his suit and tie and for all his long hours his throat must be dry
he's every man's envy, rich as can be
but for the next couple of hours he'll be jealous of me
'cause he knows I'll be singing: di-diddy di

some folks'll jeer for I've no career and I spend most my days in a bar drinking beer
some call me selfish, they just can't see
that I'm here to stimulate the economy

With my palate whetted for what's in store
I take a last look around as I reach for the door
I get a scowl from the mom rushing her kids back and forth
but a smile from the old man with a pipe on his porch
'cause he knows that I'm singing: di-diddy di

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from Beer, Sausage, and the Pursuit of Happiness, released February 8, 2009

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