Summer Job

It's an endless search
For somewhere to perch
All summer long looking
Don't want to spend it cooking

Tell me where I get my hair net
Where do I get my clothing set?
Where do I get my name?
Where do I become the same?

Striped red shirt with ketchup stains
Some of the customers are such pains
A little striped cap to wear
Hold your tongue and don't swear.

Wish the summer were gone
So I could move on
Wish I were in school
So then I could go to sleep and drool

Flipping burgers and a fry
Some days I want to die
Watching cheese melt
Wish you knew how I felt


I got nothing from this job
Just a friend named Bob
Next summer I'll work for Joe
Things will more real slow

Wish the summer were gone
So I could move on
Wish I were in school
So then I could go to sleep and drool