Gotta getta job, I'm gonna get a haircut   Gotta brush my teeth and change my underwear   Gonna make some toast and scan the morning paper   Gonna get up and breathe the morning air      No more slacking off, no more falling down   No more hanging fire cause the boss, he ain't around      And I've gotta getta job working on the weekdays   Gonna read a book and gotta learn to pray   Gotta buy a car and hope it doesn't break down   Cause I gotta lotta things to do today      La la la   So ge tthe hell out of my way cause I'm afraid I cannot stray   Oh baby, don't you say it's strange cause I'm about to make a change      Gotta clean the place and empty all the trash cans   Gotta mop the floor and maybe vacuum too   Vitamins and juice will be my only diet   Gotta clean the fridge and empty all the booze      No more dirty mess, no more pig sty   No more smelling sickly like something was left to die      And I'm gonna buy new shoes, a jacket, and a wallet   Gonna get perfume or should I say cologne?   Gonna learn to speak Espanish and Italian   Gonna buy myself a nifty new phone      Cause I'm here and I'm ready to go   And it's clear that you don't know just why   I gotta try to maybe, baby, maybe let me maybe be your guy      Oh, I gotta know is it true that we are thru?   Which is why I gotta try to maybe, baby, maybe   Let me maybe be your guy      Gonna make a climb up the corporate ladder   Gonna buy and sell on the Nikkei   Gonna engineer a corporate takeover   Gonna buy DuPont and sell it all away      No more being poor or doing without   No more worries, no more woes, and no more nagging doubts      And I'm gonna buy a house somewhere in the Hamptons   Gonna buy a house on the hills of Bel Air   Everyone will burn with terrible envy   Everyone will scream it simply isn't fair