Well I spend my time with the old muscle mag
Wishing I shared a smile with the man on the cliff
I know my name isn't Jeremy Sams
And I know my body don't move that a way
But I'm waking in the morning all I see is myself again
So what are you gonna do
Gonna rub my beard
What was I thinking
So on my nights off I like to dance on my own
Some nights I go for a walk
Some nights I stay home
If there's one thing I learned from living in the city
You shouldn't plan your trip to the moon so soon
You better take that hotel job and you can live when your shift is through
So what you gonna do
Gonna bury myself in what I been drinking
So I end up in Staten Island in some stranger's tub
Just got laid off from Merrill Lynch
So I guess I was feeling sorry for the guy
He says, I got Babel on DVD
Some porn I got in Amsterdam that'll blow you away
And he's washing my back but I know I'll never get it clean again
So what you gonna do
Gonna ruin myself
Then I'll really be sinking
So I'm back at my post at the Gentleman's Club
And I'm feeling less tired than I did at the top of the stairs
I got my cot and my running shoes
My fishing rod
Three quarter day blues
Anything I want I can fit in my hand
When the going gets tough