In the
middle of late last night,
I'm sitting on a curb
Didn't know what about,
something had me quite dis turbed
A street sweeper
comes whistling by
Bouncing every step
Seems strange how good he felt
So I asked him while he swept
He said, it's my job
To be cleaning up this mess
And that's the best reason to go for me
It's my job
To be better than the rest and
that makes the day for me
Got an uncle that owns a bank.
He's a self -made millionaire
Never had anyone to thank,
never had no one to care
He always seemed kind of sad to me,
so I asked him why that was
An d he told me it's because
In my contract,
there's a clause that says it's my job
to be worried half to death and that's
the thing people respect in me.
It's my job, and without it I'd be less
than what I expect to be.
Well, I've been lazy most all my life
Singing songs in sleep and late
Any manual labor I've
done is purely by mistake
If street sweepers can smile
And I got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
Till the lights come on
and the stage is set
And the song hits home and
you feel that sweat
It's my job to be different from the rest
And that's the best reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that's a tough break for me
It's my job to be cleaning up this mess,
and that's the best reason to go for me.
It's my job to be different from the rest,
and that makes the day for me.
Thank you.
Thanks a lot.
Well, help me and bring
Suzanne
Sherwin back up here,
will you?
We're going to sing a song for her.