Letras
Well, I know you can't work in fast food all your life
But don't sign that paper tonight
She said, "But it's too late"
And I don't remember what I read
I don't remember what they said
I guess it doesn't matter
Guess it doesn't matter anymore
'Cause you're gonna go to the record store
You're gonna give 'em all your money
Radio plays what they want you to hear
They tell me it's cool, I just don't believe it
Sell out with me, oh yeah
Sell out with me tonight
The record company's gonna give me lots of money
And everything's gonna be alright
No more flippin' burgers
Puttin' on my silly hat
You know I don't want that no more
And I didn't ask when we get paid
Quit my day job anyway
I guess it doesn't matter
Guess it doesn't matter anymore
'Cause you're gonna go to the record store
You're gonna give 'em all your money
Radio plays what they want you to hear
Tell me it's cool, I just don't believe it
Sell out with me, oh yeah
Sell out with me tonight
The record company's gonna give me lots of money
And everything's gonna be
And I don't think it'll be so bad
And I know it won't be so bad
'Cause the man said that's the way it is
And the man said, "It don't get better than this"
No, no, no
So I signed on to the record company
They said they're gonna gimme lots of money
If I play what they want you to hear
Tell me it's cool and I sure believe it
Sell out with me, oh, yeah
Sell out with me tonight
The record company's gonna give me lots of money
And everything's gonna be alright
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
The record company
Is gonna make everything alright
"Baby, don't you sign that paper tonight," she said
But I can't work in fast food all my life