Swamp

Well I've had enough of the city
 And I've had enough of the traffic jams
 I'm sick to death of my apartment
 And I don't want to drink no more
 Caffè-god-damned-Latte
 I'm sick of working
 For what They tell me that I want
 I'm going to the swamp
 Going back to the swamp
 Going to jig me up a frog
 Down in the bog
 I'm going to sit on the deck of my shack
 That mine own self I built
 It sits up off the water
 On account of the stilts
 I'm sick of working
 For what They tell me that I want
 I'm going to the swamp
 Going back to the swamp
 Going to jig me up a frog
 Down in the bog
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 I'm going to go to work
 Drunk
 In a canoe
 And I'm my own damn boss
 I ain't going to work
 For what they tell me that I want
 I'm going to the swamp
 Going back to the swamp
 Going to jig me up a frog
 Down in the bog
 I'm sick of driving my car
 I'm sick of mowing the lawn
 I'm sick of going to work
 And I'm sick of staying at home on Sunday
 I ain't going to work
 For what They tell me that I want
 I'm going to the swamp
 Going back to the swamp
 Going to jig me up a frog
 Down in the bog