My Way or the Highway
Well I get up every morning, I'm talking before the crack of dawn
And I get my cup of coffee, pour it down my throat before I get to yawn
Then I jump in my ole pickup, heater gets warm about the time I get there
And I consider myself lucky, if I can find my time card anywhere
Well it's my way, or the highway, that's what my boss keeps tellin' me
He says it's my way, or the highway, one more mistake, and I'll set you free
Well I hate my co-workers, they leave me screwed every day
But it really doesn't matter, just as long as I get paid
I feel a tapping on my shoulder, as I'm trying to catch some Z's
And I don't believe this I'm hearing, the boss says, Hey boy come with me
Well it's my way, or the highway, that's what my boss keeps tellin' me
He says it's my way, or the highway, one more mistake, and I'll set you free
Well he takes me to the office, and his tone is not real nice
And he tells me very plainly, Son your walking on thin ice
I was trying to keep from dozing, as his speech was near its end
When he got down in my face, and said, Let me tell you once again
That it's my way, or the highway, that's what my boss keeps tellin' me
He says it's my way, or the highway, one more mistake, and I'll set you free
And I get my cup of coffee, pour it down my throat before I get to yawn
Then I jump in my ole pickup, heater gets warm about the time I get there
And I consider myself lucky, if I can find my time card anywhere
Well it's my way, or the highway, that's what my boss keeps tellin' me
He says it's my way, or the highway, one more mistake, and I'll set you free
Well I hate my co-workers, they leave me screwed every day
But it really doesn't matter, just as long as I get paid
I feel a tapping on my shoulder, as I'm trying to catch some Z's
And I don't believe this I'm hearing, the boss says, Hey boy come with me
Well it's my way, or the highway, that's what my boss keeps tellin' me
He says it's my way, or the highway, one more mistake, and I'll set you free
Well he takes me to the office, and his tone is not real nice
And he tells me very plainly, Son your walking on thin ice
I was trying to keep from dozing, as his speech was near its end
When he got down in my face, and said, Let me tell you once again
That it's my way, or the highway, that's what my boss keeps tellin' me
He says it's my way, or the highway, one more mistake, and I'll set you free
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Writer(s): William Malugin
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