Well he's pointed out the fact I take my life for granted
That I'm runnin' around he says my feet ain't planted
That I'm always strining' along
And he tells me how to find some direction in life
Yea I'm out with the boys it's a waste of my time
That I've gotta get me a wife
Take a good look at yourself
You're not so dialed
With the ball and chain and your mortgage pains
And time for your fourth child
Scrapin' in along I'm just getting by
That's how I live my life that's how I'll die don't care
Where greener grass may grow
And he tells me how to be so satisfied
But he traded in his beer for that fancy wine
But the sour grapes go down too slow
You just wonder why
I waste my time
With those late pub nights and the home team
Fights cheap beer without a dime
Let it go don't waste my time you've got yours and I've got mine
Let it go don't waste my time no worries I'm doing fine
