Your Late

Oh my God, what time is it? I'm late again, this s*cks Where's my other shoe? f**k! I need a drink-god damn! Did I get gas last night? Oh, well, roll the dice Ha-ha, I gotta to to Vegas soon I really miss those wonderful casinos And friendly people f**k, I hate those people In the carpool lane We carpool, oooo, go f**k yourself I'm probably fired already, shit Oh, well Only nine more hours Till dollar drafts And free meatballs You're late