I woke up and I drove to work
On the wrong side of the road
What the hell would I do
I must admit I didn't know
Andrew came along y'all
To add a couple lines or so
I got one I finished yesterday
And I got three-point-six to go

One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here

People tell me
Ben, just make up junk
And turn it in
But I never was alright with turning in
A bunch of shit
Don't like wasting time
On music that won't make you proud
But now I've found a reason
To sit right down and shit some out

One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
Yeah, yeah...

I love you more than
Any man has loved before I
Love you more than
All the stars up in the sky
I think that we should
Settle down and
Live happily forever
After
What do you think of that?...

I'm really not complaining
I realize it's just a job
And I hate hearing belly-aching rock stars
Whine and sob
Cause I could be busing tables
I could well be pumpin' gas
Yeah, but I get paid much finer
For playin' piano and kissin' ass
This is one I wrote just an hour ago
And three-point-six at last

One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
One down
And three-point-six
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): BEN FOLDS, BENJAMIN SCOTT FOLDS