Vacation Days - Broadcaster

Coffee and toothpaste mix in my mouth

It always lingers around

And I can’t eat breakfast before twelve o’clock

Or my nervous stomach aches

Socks on my feet and a tie around my neck

And a car that’s out of gas

I clock in late and sit around and wait

For the minutes to pass

And we all add up our sick time again

And just sit around and wait, sit around and wait

For the next vacation day

Records and t-shirts don’t ever sell

So they just sit on the shelf

And I set three alarms just to get out of bed

So I always look a wreck

Songs in my head that I just can’t get out

And the beers don’t seem to help

I can’t keep jobs for more than a month

Cause I’m bored with everyone

And we all add up our sick time