A                                            E 
The sun is coming up I gotta drag my butt out of bed 
   A                                                      E 
My phone is ringing boss is screaming "Where the hell you at?" 
  B  
I grab a cup of coffee, tell him it won't be too long 
             A                                             E 
But he don't know I'm waiting on something better to come along 
 
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                 A 
There's gotta be something better than 9 to 5 
A 
Every day barely gettin' by 
E 
Working, slaving, always aching, way too young for my back to be breaking 
A                                                    B     E 
Waiting on that rainbow, tell me where's that pot of gold 
 
Everyone is laughing from a distance when they see me clocking in 
Well they'll all be here in 20 years cussing about the same old things 
They stay there like a slave and wake up at the break of dawn 
They don't know I'm waiting for something better to come along 
 
  
Well I take her out on Friday because my baby likes to paint the town 
The way she treats her man makes me think about settling down 
I told her that I love her, she said let's just hold on 
Man I think she's waiting on something better to come along