Lyrics

Well I've heard all about your heartaches
And all of your wounded dreams
I've heard all about your faded love and
And all your broken schemes
Let's get it down to the basics my friend ain't nothing in life that's free
If it takes a little pain, it will make a little gain
And you'll finally be what you want to be

Seems to me you do more whining that any soul alive
But if you don't like sittin in the back seat,
I guess you better learn how to drive

I've heard you complain every minute of the hour
About something that ain't going right
You can't start your truck, you've had a run of bad luck
And you say you can't sleep at night
Get down to business mister
Get a job a job or a least get in line
Get yourself in gear
And you can have a beer with the boys at quittin time

Seems to me you do more complaining than any soul alive
But if you don't like sittin in the back seat,
I guess you better learn how to drive

Middle Eight
The hard way becomes easy and the easy way becomes hard
Do you want to say on Judgment Day
E (dead stop)
"I spent my life as a security guard"?
If you don't stop whining you'll never be dining at a restaurant of the 5 star kind
And if you keep on sittin in the back seat, ain't nobody gonna pay you no mind

Everybody's got their problems, everyone has got their pain
The difference between them and you my friend
They go to work in the pouring rain
Your excuses ain't getting' you nowhere
All you do is shuck and jive
But if you don't like sittin in the back seat,
I guess you better learn how to drive

So take that bull by the horns, my friend and start doin what you should
You've been reapin what you been sowing and the crop ain't lookin too good
Put down that remote and pick up your coat
Get a job or at least get in line
Cause if you don't like sittin in the back seat,
I guess you better learn how to drive.
Cause if you don't like sittin in the back seat,
I guess you better learn how to drive