Well, I should be sittin’ in an air conditioned office in a swivel chair,
Talkin’ some trash to the secretary,
Sayin’, “Hey, now mamma, come on over here.”
Instead, I’m stuck here rubbin’ these fenders with a rag
And walkin’ home in soggy old shoes,
With them steadily depressin’,
Low-down, mind-messin’,
Workin’ at the car wash blues!
You know a man of my ability,
He should be smokin’ on a big cigar!
But till I get myself straight,
I guess I’ll just have to wait
In my rubber suit a-rubbin’ these cars.
Well, all I can do is to shake my head.
You might not believe that it’s true,
But workin’ at this end of Niagara Falls
Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes!
So baby, don’t expect to see me
With no double martini
In them high-brow society news,
’Cause I got them steadily depressin’,
Low-down, mind-messin’
Workin’ at the car wash blues!