[Verse 1]
I got some free advice just the other day
From an older relative of mine
He said "You know, I dig what you do
But I think you’re wastin your time
Yes, I do
Because drivin' around and gettin' drunk with your friends in a van every night
Yeah, that sounds like a lotta fun
But you need a plan B, 'cause it ain’t gonna last
Long past twenty one"

[Chorus]
You’ll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you say
You’re gonna wake up someday
Man, you’ll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Drivin' up and down the freeway
Someday, when you’re too old to play
Yeah, you’ll wish you got a job

[Verse 2]
Bummed a cigarette from a guy when I was in Manhattan last week
And I told him politely, thank ya
Then with this hollowed-out look, he turned and said
"You know for twenty-five years now, I’ve been a banker
And you know, in all my many years of life, I suddenly feel obliged
To impart to you this free piece of advice
You must invest
In your future"
I said "Thanks for the cigarette, but I think I know the rest"
[Chorus]
(Oh) You’ll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you say
You’re gonna wake up someday
Man, you’ll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Driving up and down the freeway
Someday, when you’re too old to play
Man, you’ll wish you got a job

You’ll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you say
You’re gonna wake up someday
Man, you’ll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Driving up and down the freeway
Someday, when you’re too old to play
Man, you’ll wish you got a job
Yeah, you’ll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you say
You’re gonna wake up someday
Man, you’ll wish you got a job