Workin' at a Gamestore Blues

Well we had just run out of pocket money,
With our credit limits down to zip,
Largo choked cash outta Dom and Eddie,
But we didn't buy that airline trip,
He couldn't make it past the first bar that he spotted,
And I had dating-sims I had to peruse,
Now I got them mortally distressin'
Down-and-out gaijin,
Workin' at a gamestore blues.

Well I should have stayed back in the USA,
Drawin' girls in tiny skirts,
Writin' some trash for a bishonen to say,
Like "It's my first time, too - does it hurt?"
Instead I'm stuck here sortin' these old DVD's,
With my forehead and my ego bruised,
With them mortally distressin'
Down-and-out gaijin,
Workin' at a gamestore blues.

You know a guy who acts so pathetically,
He shouldn't venture out into the world,
But till I get myself back,
I guess I'll just be this hack
In a cosplay outfit dressed like a girl.

Well, all I can do is to wish for some
Save-point to go back and restore,
For livin' in the land of the risin' sun
Is only makin' me feel sore,

So Kimi, don't 'spect to see me
With my sketchpad and pipedreams,
Drawin' sad girls for no outfit like Cube',
'Cuz I got them mortally distressin'
Down-and-out gaijin,
Workin' at a gamestore blues.

(apologies to Jim Croce)
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Workin' at the Car Wash Blues
Jim Croce


Well I had just got out from the county prison
Doin' 90 days for non-support
Tried to find me an executive position
But no matter how smooth I talked
They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was genius
The man said, "We got all that we can use."
Now I got them steadily depressin',
Low down mind-messin'
Workin' at the carwash blues.

Well I should be sittin' in an air conditioned
Office with a swivel chair
Talkin' some trash to the secretary, sayin',
"Hey now mama, come on over here."
Instead I'm stuck here rubbin' these fenders with a rag
And walkin' home in soggy old shoes
With them steadily depressin'
Low down mind-messin'
Workin' at the carwash blues

You know a man of my ability
He should be smokin' on a big cigar
But till I get myself straight,
I guess I'll just have to wait
In my rubber suit rubbin' these cars.

Well, all I can do is just shake my head
You might not believe that it's true
For working at this end of Niagara Falls
Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes

So baby, don't 'spect to see me
With no double martini
In any high-brow society news
Cause I got them
Steadily depressin', low down mind-messin'
Workin' at the carwash blues.

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