Lyrics: Day Job
Album: No World Order Lite
Artist: Tr-i
 

Don’t quit your day job

Corporate-crybaby
A bit wiser and a whole lot older, feelin’ bolder
Suckin’ up to the last stockholder with a
Golden parachute slung over your shoulder

Jacked-up-b-boy
Another fool got stuck in the whirlpool
Lookin’ for a fast break, not enough cake to go ’round
Another brother goes down, and he’s out of the gene pool

Media-pimp
Day after day, night after night if the money is right
The campaign goes on to make right seem wrong
With computer animation and a hip-hop song

Land of opportunity, this is the
Stop
Don’t quit your day job

Cowboy-politician
Suckin’ up to the aristocracy
Not even sure if you like democracy
Tryin’ to establish an american royalty, a personal dynasty

Priests-of-the-airwaves
Let the buyer beware, it’s a jungle out there
So buy my advice and don’t think twice
Then me and your money will go someplace sunny

Celebrity-stud-monkey
Kiss and tell, got a book to sell
’cause you don’t excel or do anything well
Since you slipped past thirty, better keep the sex dirty

Mo’ money, mo’ money, mo’ money