Get A Job You Lazy Hobo

Words written by U. Utah Phillips - June 2000

Utah was flying back from a trip and to pass the time was tinkering with some song lyrics. When he got home, he sat down and recorded them and sent me a copy for the web site.
Brand new, and released only here, straight from Utah to you, his parody song -
"Get A Job You Lazy Hobo"
(Sung to the tune of "Go to sleep you weary hobo."[Goebel Reeves])

Oh get a job you lazy hobo
'stead of drifting all the time
A'can't you hear the factory whistles
Unemployment is a crime

You'd better think about tomorrow
Get a job and make some dough
A'soon you'll have a TV dinner
In a nice warm bungalow

Although your mop is torn and ragged
And the water's cold and gray
There's a stack of greasy dishes
Needs attention right away

I hope the bull cook gives you trouble
And rides your ass until you're dead
So you can get a job in heaven
Swamping out the angel's head

So get a job you lazy hobo
'stead of drifting all the time
A'can't you hear the factory whistles
Unemployment is a crime

As he puts it: "A hit! A palpable hit!"
Want to hear Utah singing it? Here is an MP3 of the tape. (Lenght: 2:08, 754K file size)

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Get A Job You Lazy Hobo

Words written by U. Utah Phillips - June 2000

Oh get a job you lazy hobo 'stead of drifting all the time A'can't you hear the factory whistles Unemployment is a crime

You'd better think about tomorrow Get a job and make some dough A'soon you'll have a TV dinner In a nice warm bungalow

Although your mop is torn and ragged And the water's cold and gray There's a stack of greasy dishes Needs attention right away

I hope the bull cook gives you trouble And rides your ass until you're dead So you can get a job in heaven Swamping out the angel's head

So get a job you lazy hobo 'stead of drifting all the time A'can't you hear the factory whistles Unemployment is a crime

Oh get a job you lazy hobo
'stead of drifting all the time
A'can't you hear the factory whistles
Unemployment is a crime

You'd better think about tomorrow
Get a job and make some dough
A'soon you'll have a TV dinner
In a nice warm bungalow

Although your mop is torn and ragged
And the water's cold and gray
There's a stack of greasy dishes
Needs attention right away

I hope the bull cook gives you trouble
And rides your ass until you're dead
So you can get a job in heaven
Swamping out the angel's head

So get a job you lazy hobo
'stead of drifting all the time
A'can't you hear the factory whistles
Unemployment is a crime