no more chores with Mr. Cleany.
My parents cut me off,
I need a real job, one with a boss.
I don't eve know where to start,
I could be a mall cop, like Paul Blart.
or work at Starbacks making cappachinos
possibly even Macy's, hanging up clothes.
I'm driving down each street to look,
I'm applying everywhere, but everywhere is booked
Now I have to wait to see if anyone will call
I may as well just give up and find a nice hotdog stall.
I see a voice mail from an unknown number,
This could possibly be my savior.
I need more money asap, I'm getting by on few
But this could all change tomorrow, at my new job interview
