Fresh Squeezed

I shuffle across the carpet in my loafers
 Brought some water to a boil, at low heat
 I made some eggs and burnt 'em all
 My OJ was fresh squeezed, baby
 I stepped outside to see about the weather
 And the sun was coming up, so sweet
 Even though my breakfast tasted bitter
 My OJ was fresh squeezed, baby
 I just got to know
 Myself a bit better and
 I'll never be a Rolling Stone
 Guess it seemed a little far to go
 Ride across my street beside the dumpster
 A drifter and a drunker talked it out
 So I inclined to take some time
 And eavesdrop for a while as their voices rose to a shout
 They said, how come the sun ain't shining
 On everything (how come that sun don't shine)
 How come we're not invited
 Well, it's too much for me
 Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
 How long must I take it in stride
 Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
 I'll be the same until I die
 I just got to know
 Myself a bit better and
 I'll never be a Rolling Stone
 Guess it seemed a little far to go
 I just got to know
 Myself a bit better
 I'll never be a Rolling Stone
 Oh yes!