In your morning terror of   Not knowing what to wear   I will race down to your house   Catch you standing in the bare   Why do you shiver(?) in your clothes   When you pay for them all on your own   And I've got blue collar eyes, but mama   The union has been unkind      Now I don't want to dance anymore   I am through   I could never ever be that guy   That's for you to do (x2)      And when the chip's off your shoulder   And you're back home and you're a mess   You should invite me over   I'll show you how to write a hit   I can't promise it will sell   But I can promise you it wont be shit      Yes, I'm an envious shrew   But it should be me not you      Hah Hah Hah Hah      Now I don't want to dance anymore   I am through   I could never ever be that guy   That's for you to do (x2)      And I've got blue collar eyes, but mama   The union has been unkind   Yes, I'm an envious shrew   But it should be me not you      Now I don't want to dance anymore   I am through   I could never ever be that guy   That's for you to do (x2)