Hitsville Drunks You Got Me Working
Any call to arms anywhere in the world
Still sounds far enough from my house
Oh, I could live this humble life forever and a day
If it wasn't for your mission to arouse
You got what it takes to evoke the atypical
Even if it gets me to face some ridicule, oh, yeah
You got me working again, working again
You got me working again first thing in the morning
Now there is a goal I didn't know I had
Thanks for telling me just by standing there
I used to believe I was doing fine
So good we met to learn I was standing nowhere yet
Another footnote in the history of desperation
Another week, another love-struck patient, oh, yeah
You got me working again, working again
You got me working again, working again
To become at least twice as masculine
By getting knocked off of your tiny (?)
By coming from another galaxy
Out of all possible fantasies
Probability chose you to come crashing in
Where have you been
Where have you been
You got me working again, working again
You got me working again, working again
You're the mechanic
I was like a broken old tugboat engine
You got me working
