Well, I had just got out from the county prison
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Doin' ninety days for non-support
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Tried to find me an executive position
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But no matter how smooth I talked
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They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius
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The man say, "We got all that we can use."
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Now I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
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Working at the car wash blues
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Well, I should be sittin' in an air conditioned office in a swivel chair
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Talkin' some trash to the secretary
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Sayin', "Here, now mama, come on over here."
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Instead, I'm stuck here rubbin' these fenders with a rag
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And walkin' home in soggy old shoes
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With them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
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Workin' at the car wash blues
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You know a man of my ability
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He should be smokin' on a big cigar
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But till I get myself straight I guess I'll just have to wait
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In my rubber suit a-rubbin' these cars
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Well, all I can do is a shake my head
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You might not believe that it's true
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For workin' at this indoor Niagara Falls
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Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes
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So baby, don't expect to see me
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With no double martini in any high-brow society news
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Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
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Workin' at the car wash blues
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So baby, don't expect to see me
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With no double martini in any high-brow society news
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Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
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Workin' at the car wash blues
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Yeah I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
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Workin' at the car wash blues
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Workin' At The Car Wash Blues
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| Jim Croce |
