When you got Sheena and the backseat gang on the one side
and the Homemaker Hoodlum on the other
and they all ask you to watch over their dogs
’cause you love it when no one’s around,
could you stand before Blog and say “Yeah, I got paid
to open cans and I used it on books”?
Could you stand tall and say you deserved it ’cause you
were the only one left they could call?
Would you cite all the hours you sat around feelin’ it
as proof of payment deserved, ’cause you knew
they didn’t try to hide what they were thinkin’,
and you knew that it was true?
“It isn’t no trouble at all, Mrs. B,
I never have plans anyway.”
Do you think you could make a monopoly of this,
charge a little bit more for the obvious diss,
and be the one, after all, with no sweat
when the discord leaves you out of that, too?