Trimmin' Fat
Tried to book my band at this club I know
The guy that owns it, he's a real good Joe
Said "Tommy you've got too many mouths to feed
Just one DeeJay, that's all I really need"
He could hardly even look me in the face
And he said "Karaoke really packs this place"
He handed me five bucks and patted me on the back and he said
"Everybody's trimmin' fat"
Whooo! That was cold-blooded
I went down to the super market to get a dozen eggs
A loaf of bread, some milk, and a bag of chicken legs
Got to the counter, didn't have that much stuff
Had a Franklin in my pocket, figured that should be enough
That lady rung me up and much to my surprise
A hundred and sixteen dollars, I couldn't believe my eyes
Guess I'm gonna have to put sumpthin' back
She said, "Son, everybody's trimmin' fat"
Whooo! Oh, everybody's doin' it. Look out
Got a call from the foreman at the place I work
Now most the time this guy's a real jerk
And he was bein' so nice, and then he said
"I hate to do this Tommy." And it hit me like a ton of lead
"They do your job in China for ten bucks a day
Better come on down and get your last week's pay"
Now I didn't lose my job, but I know where it's at
But, uh, everybody's trimmin' fat
Whooo! Oh, man, that hurt my feelin's
(Spoken)
Come down and get my last weeks pay? Oh man
What about my Four-O-one-K?
How about that boss man? We could give him a little less money
Then that'd make a nice big job for me
That's right How much is gas gonna be this week?
The guy that owns it, he's a real good Joe
Said "Tommy you've got too many mouths to feed
Just one DeeJay, that's all I really need"
He could hardly even look me in the face
And he said "Karaoke really packs this place"
He handed me five bucks and patted me on the back and he said
"Everybody's trimmin' fat"
Whooo! That was cold-blooded
I went down to the super market to get a dozen eggs
A loaf of bread, some milk, and a bag of chicken legs
Got to the counter, didn't have that much stuff
Had a Franklin in my pocket, figured that should be enough
That lady rung me up and much to my surprise
A hundred and sixteen dollars, I couldn't believe my eyes
Guess I'm gonna have to put sumpthin' back
She said, "Son, everybody's trimmin' fat"
Whooo! Oh, everybody's doin' it. Look out
Got a call from the foreman at the place I work
Now most the time this guy's a real jerk
And he was bein' so nice, and then he said
"I hate to do this Tommy." And it hit me like a ton of lead
"They do your job in China for ten bucks a day
Better come on down and get your last week's pay"
Now I didn't lose my job, but I know where it's at
But, uh, everybody's trimmin' fat
Whooo! Oh, man, that hurt my feelin's
(Spoken)
Come down and get my last weeks pay? Oh man
What about my Four-O-one-K?
How about that boss man? We could give him a little less money
Then that'd make a nice big job for me
That's right How much is gas gonna be this week?
Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Castro, Mike Schermer
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