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Sorting cans sorting bottles And I have to come tomorrow And I'll do the same thing I was never told to use my manners Stealing soda from the counter I was only sixteen It's kinda funny how I did it for the money Looking back I never tried to save a dime My boss would yell and I could smell Her odor well behind the counter In her office all the time Yeah yeah Ooo Yeah yeah Ooo It was late July When I was taught To put some water in the buckets Full of icy rocks I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't understand Why you make a kid go and get your cans Something illegal but not a big deal I never got paid enough to even care Playing "The Joker" and dancing all over It's why I was praised by all the people there Yeah yeah Ooo Yeah yeah Ooo I hardly worked 'Cause I worked so hard To get the waitress' attention for my For my first two weeks She looked a little hotter when I Sprayed her with some water She would laugh and show the dimples on her cheeks I started getting bolder But she was a year older Which is probably why she didn't like me back I didn't care I was Still the man of a summer club Run by a maniac Yeah yeah Ooo Yeah yeah Ooo