He clears his throat And he's tightening up his crown He used to sweat it But he's turned it all around Yeah, he's mopping up his brow Yeah, he's taking his time Working his crowd ♪ He's lunging two words Atop a bus He's talking all day long He's always telling us "It's easy to get around Man, I know my stuff When I get home Laugh but joke so much Honey, this job is killing me." ♪ He lost his voice When he got back home He's had it hard But now he's turned it all around Yeah, he's turned it all around Yeah, but now he's at home And he's counting his cash He's popping pills and he's calling his ex He lost his voice But he's all right He says he's happy now Driving that bus around Crashed it and that's the job He'll never leave it now He's turned it all around But honey, this job is killing me