(One...   Two...   One, two, three, four...)      I got up and I drove to work    On the wrong side of the road   What the hell would I do   I must admit I didn't know      Andrea came along y'all   To add a couple lines or so   I got one I finished yesterday   And I got three-point-six to go      One down   And three-point-six   Tomorrow    And I'm outta here      One down   And three-point-six   Tomorrow   And I'm out of here      People tell me   Ben, just make up junk   And turn it in   but i could never could quite bring myself   to write a bunch of shit      i don't like wasting time   On music that won't make me proud   But now I've found a reason   To sit right down and shit some out      One down   And three-point-six   Tomorrow   And I'm outta here      One down   And three-point-six   Tomorrow   And I'm out of here      Yeah, yeah...      I love you more than   Any man has loved before I   Love you more than   All the stars up in the sky      I think that we should   Settle down and   Live happily forever   After      What do you think of that?...      I'm really not complaining   I realize it's just a job   And I hate hearing belly-aching rockstars   Whine and sob      'Cause I could be bussing tables   I could well be pumpin' gas   Yeah, but I get paid much finer   For playin' piano and kissin' ass      And it's one-point-six   Yesterday   And three-point-six   The last      One down   And three-point-six   Tomorrow   And I'm outta here      One down   And three-point-six   Tomorrow   And I'm out of here      One down   And three-point-six   One down   And three-point-six   Tomorrow   And I'm out of here