In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb I didn't know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed A street sweeper came whistlin' by, he was bouncin' every step It seemed strange how good he felt, so I asked him while he swept He said, 'It's my job to be cleaning up this mess And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that makes a day for me' I got an uncle who owns a bank, he's a self-made millionaire He never had anyone to love, never had no one to care He always seemed kinda sad to me and I asked him why that was And he told me it's because in my contract there's this clause That says, 'It's my job to be worried half to death And that's the thing people respect in me It's my job but without it I'd be less Than what I expect from me' Now I've been lazy most all my life writin' songs and sleepin' late And any manual labor I've done was purely by mistake If street sweepers can smile then I've got no right to feel upset But sometimes I still forget 'Til the lights go on and the stage is set And the song hits home and you feel that sweat It's my job to be different than the rest And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that's a rough break for me It's my job to be cleaning up this mess And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that makes the day for me