In your morning terror ofnNot knowing what to wearnI will race down to your housenCatch you standing in the barenWhy do you shiver(?) in your clothesnWhen you pay for them all on your ownnAnd I've got blue collar eyes, but mamanThe union has been unkindnnNow I don't want to dance anymorenI am throughnI could never ever be that guynThat's for you to do (x2)nnAnd when the chip's off your shouldernAnd you're back home and you're a messnYou should invite me overnI'll show you how to write a hitnI can't promise it will sellnBut I can promise you it wont be shitnnYes, I'm an envious shrewnBut it should be me not younnHah Hah Hah HahnnNow I don't want to dance anymorenI am throughnI could never ever be that guynThat's for you to do (x2)nnAnd I've got blue collar eyes, but mamanThe union has been unkindnYes, I'm an envious shrewnBut it should be me not younnNow I don't want to dance anymorenI am throughnI could never ever be that guynThat's for you to do (x2)