Those Damn Blue-collar Tweekers Lyrics
They're pounding sixteen penny nailsThe truckers on the interstateHave been known to ride the railsThe sweat is beating on the browCan't keep these fellas down'Cause those damned blue-collared tweekersAre runnin' this here townI knew a man who hung drywallHe hung it mighty quickA trip or two to the blue roomWOuld help him do the trickHise foreman would pat him on the backWhenever he would come around'Cause these dammed blue-collar tweekersAre beloved in this here townNow the union boys are thereTo protect us from all the corporate typeWhile curious George's drug patrolIs out here hunting snipeNow they try to tell me differentBut you know I ain't no clown'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekersAre the backbone of this townNow the flame that burns twice as brightBurns only half as longMy eyes are growing wearyAs I finalize this songSo sit back and have a cup o' joeAnd watch the wheels go round'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekersHave always run this town
Primus Those Damn Blue-collar Tweekers
