I woke up and I drove to work on the wrong side of the road
And what the hell would I do? I must admit, I didn't know
And Andrew came along y'all to add a couple lines or so
I've got one I finished yesterday and I got 3. 6 to go

One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here
One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here

People tell me, "Ben, just make up junk and turn it in"
But I never was alright with turning in a bunch of shit
I don't like wasting time on music that won't make me proud
But now I've found a reason to sit right down
and shit some out

One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here
One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here
Yeah, yeah

I love you more than any man has loved before
I love you more than all the stars up in the sky
I think that we should settle down
and live happily forever after
What do you think of that?

I'm really not complaining, I realize it's just a job
And I hate hearing belly-aching rock stars whine and sob
'Cause I could be bussing tables
I could well be pumping gas
Yeah, but I get paid much finer
for playing piano and kissing ass
This is one I wrote just an hour ago and 3. 6 at last

One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here
One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here
One down and 3. 6
One down and 3. 6 tomorrow and I'm outta here