Some of us are winners, some were born to lose You got the sandwich artist, the security guard The Walmart greeter with an overdrawn credit card He smokes ganja, ooh, it's so groovy To stay at home and watch an Adam Sandler movie
She serves me coke and a medium fries And no, thanks, I don't want it supersized 'Cause that's low-class, diabetes in a cup Keep your head down, and things will look up
What the world needs is people like me To keep it all spinnin' around I'm the mover, I'm the shaker, I'm the headline-maker Hmm, I get up (she gets up) I get up