On Friday Lyrics

Tom broke all* records to bring us the news
Of every politician and everyone he screws
It ain't about me and it ain't about you
But without world disasters what would Dan rather* do
And who pays those speakers their royal fee
It's you and me, baby, it's you and me
Cheer the second baseman earning 19 grand a day
Get that mother of three small kids and take the welfare away
She's only lazy, making babies by the TV -- who needs herRealtime - On Friday - http://motolyrics.com/realtime/on-friday-lyrics.html
She can't entertain us or hit .293
But who pays the player that royal fee
It's you and me, baby, it's you and me
What we see ain't what we get
The poor don't smile and the rich don't sweat
The harder I work the deeper my debt
What we see ain't what we get
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