I Really Like The Thing I Did

Even In Junior High, I Always Knew I Had A Talent For Music And I Knew I Could Make Money That Way.

I Can Only Get My Drummer In The Winter; He Plays With Grand Funk All Summer.

He Wants His Home And Security, He Wants To Live Like A Sailor At Sea.

Out Past The Cornfields Where The Woods Got Heavy, Out In The Back Seat Of My '60 Chevy. Workin' On Mysteries Without Any Clues, Workin' On Our Night Moves.

The Two Hours Onstage Is Great. But I Can Only Play A Show And Then Take A Night Off. I Have To Sing For Two Hours, And Then I've Gotta Rest It For A Night. So It's The Other 46 Hours That Are Just Boring As Heck.