Stuck On The Corner (Purple Version)

Blues as they sped up and became rock and roll. You know

From the Rocket 88 into, no, just, alright, ready?

Hey, um, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa

They named that goddamn kiss-ass Handleman

Vice president of human resources or something

He stood up, he made a speech about how

We would all have to work even harder now

I thought, "Harder now? Harder at what?"

I would give anything to get up and walk out of here

But I am stuck on the corner

Of sanity and madness

I'm looking them over

Can't see no difference

We're making money out of paper, making paper out of trees

Making so much money we can hardly breathe

You oughta hear the shit that I get from my daughter

She says that she can't stand the sight of the car I bought her

It's gonna ruin her life forever if she don't drive a ragtop

Her and her mother spend my money pretty much nonstop

They're trying to break us for the sake of this neighborhood

They need everybody up and down our street to think we're doing good

We are stuck on the corner

Of sanity and madness

I'm looking them over

Can't see no difference

We're making money out of paper, making paper out of trees

Making so much money they can hardly breathe

I didn't even wanna study economics

My parents made me 'cause they said it would be practical

I can't make my kid do a goddamn thing I tell him to

That kid's an unrepentant radical

He is as unimpressed by these plaques in my cubicle

As I am secretly impressed by his ability

To look at everything so completely irresponsibly

I'm stuck on the corner

Of sanity and madness

I'm looking them over

Can't see no difference

We're making money out of paper, making paper out of trees

Making so much money we can hardly breathe

You know, now I have to call that little pecker Mr. Handleman

Drove home from work as mad as I had ever been

And then I nearly jerked the kid out of a drive-through window

He said, "Will that be everything?"

I said, "What the fuck would you know?

You're looking at a man about to buy his kid a ragtop

What are you driving, a bicycle, you little punk?"

I'm stuck on the corner

Of sanity and madness

I'm looking them over

Can't see no difference

We're making money out of paper, making paper out of trees

Making so much money we can hardly breathe

Down in Louisiana, called New Orleans

Back up in the woods among the evergreens

There lived a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode

He never learned to read or to write so well

But he could play guitar just like a-ringing a bell

Go, go, go, Johnny, go

Go, go, Johnny, go

Go, Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him that one day he would be a man

And then that he would be the leader of a big band

Now that's parenting

You know what I'm talking about?

Economics

We're making money out of paper, paper out of trees

Making so much money, Lord, God, we's a

Making so much money, I said we

Making so much money we can hardly breathe

Tonight

Nailed it, God, oh, Dolly, I'm high today

Name the movie, anyone

Uh-huh, I didn't think so, didn't think so