Beeline

I read the daily paper, don't get paid, but that's my occupation
I'm looking for a job, but I only get a slap in the face
I try hard, but I can't believe they always hire someone other than me
They put me in the Cuisinart, slam the lid; press start
And when I stop spinnin' round, I pick myself up and make a

Beeline for the beer store
Forget about my troubles and kick back and watch TV
Beeline for the beer store
I'm gonna set 'em up and knock 'em down
Nobody's gonna bother me

I tried to make amends with my on and off again relation
With my heart out on my sleeve I walked up to the door of her place
Someone's running out the backdoor!
She reached down to pick my heart off the floor
She threw it in a Cuisinart, slammed the lid; pressed start
And when it stops spinnin' round, it picks it's self up and makes a

Beeline for the beer store
Forget about my troubles and kick back and watch TV
Beeline for the beer store
I'm gonna set 'em up and knock 'em down
Nobody's gonna bother me

Beeline - Beeline - Beeline

I filled up my tank and I headed to the Hot-rod convention
And I jumped out on the tracks just for fun before the start of the race
Then the crowd tuned ugly, and all the Drivers lost their patience with me
They threw me in a Cuisinart, slammed the lid, pressed start
And when I stopped spinnin' round, I pick myself up and make a

Beeline for the beer store
Forget about my troubles and kick back and watch TV
Beeline for the beer store
I'm gonna set 'em up and knock 'em down
Nobody's gonna bother me
I'm gonna set 'em up and knock 'em down
Nobody's gonna bother me
Nobody



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Writer(s): Thom Quick
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