Bills, taxes, pain, money, dreams, teaching, work, time.
Oh I got bills
The source of all my ills
Bills I gotta pay
Or at least that's what they say
I don't know what to do
But wake up, go to work and come home with you
Oh I got taxes
Government funding provided by the masses
While our president deflates his assets
In a financial war of the classes
I don't know I don't know what to do
But stay home and watch the news with you
Oh I got pain
The source of which I cannot ascertain
Oh I got pain
Pain I sometimes can't contain
I don't know what to do
But to share yours and mine too
I ain't got much money
But tell you what- I got the blues
Feels like rain when it's sunny
When you got the blues
I don't know what to do
But I think my honey can get me through
Oh I got dreams
The fruition of which I have never seen
Tell you what- I got dreams
Though they're startin' to lose that hopeful sheen
I don't know what to do
But to try and make 'em real with you
Oh God I'm a teacher
And tell you what that job is hard
Sometimes I feel like a preacher
But my money don't go as far
I don't what to do
Cause I tell you what- My love is a teacher too
I got the blues about my work
About whether I'm just makin' it worse
Got blues 'bout how I feel
Got blues 'bout the Art of the Deal
I don't know what to do
Except try and make it good with you
Oh but thank God I got time
Time to make it right
Oh I got time
'Cause the love of my life thinks it's fine
To sit around and rhyme
For all of you people all the time.