You walk in my neighborhood bar Telling me you're a star Thinking your good looks 'll take you far But I got news to the otherwise You're in for a surprise When I come and kick your ass Me and my boys have no use for you We have work to do Because there are too few Hours in a day To run and jump and play You see, I have a family to feed chorus: You think I got these blisters pushing pencils You think I got these callouses sitting still Every day it gets a little harder to go on But I will get by, yes I will