Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Wesley Berger
Songwriter
Lyrics
Sorting cans sorting bottles
And I have to come tomorrow
And I'll do the same thing
I was never told to use my manners
Stealing soda from the counter
I was only sixteen
It's kinda funny how I did it for the money
Looking back I never tried to save a dime
My boss would yell and I could smell
Her odor well behind the counter
In her office all the time
Yeah yeah
Ooo
Yeah yeah
Ooo
It was late July
When I was taught
To put some water in the buckets
Full of icy rocks
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't understand
Why you make a kid go and get your cans
Something illegal but not a big deal
I never got paid enough to even care
Playing "The Joker" and dancing all over
It's why I was praised by all the people there
Yeah yeah
Ooo
Yeah yeah
Ooo
I hardly worked
'Cause I worked so hard
To get the waitress' attention for my
For my first two weeks
She looked a little hotter when I
Sprayed her with some water
She would laugh and show the dimples on her cheeks
I started getting bolder
But she was a year older
Which is probably why she didn't like me back
I didn't care I was
Still the man of a summer club
Run by a maniac
Yeah yeah
Ooo
Yeah yeah
Ooo
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