The super..the supervisor..em..hey..

（Let's take this from the top）

The supervisor guy turns off the factory lights

So the robots have to work in the dark

And theres a car load of kids

With beer and cigarettes

Burnin' out and doin' lawn jobs in the park

There's a shitty limosine parked in front of the bar

It never got to drive any movie stars

But the guy in the driver's seat don't care

With his wierd cologne and his magic hair

(It's magic..)

The sofa and the fridge are on the car

But they aren't strapped down

And we're drivin' all over town

And the used-up krylon cans that the farmer found

Were used to paint the foothills brown

So there's a high school football coach sittin on the couch

With a toothpick in his mouth

And the stray dog won't forget the day

He tricked him with a chocolate shake

(little trick..)