I clock about twelve hours a day at this damn place.nDrag myself in, it's a quarter to eight.nGod, sweep it up, set it up, open the place up.nDeal with idiots to make a lousy forty bucks.nI walk my miles home in Boston's damn ass cold.nAnd when I think nothing's for nothing,nWhen I think this is all I got,nI try to remember, try, try to remember, yeah.nnI know, I know, I'm steady, yeah.nJust keep looking past it, well...nWe'll be alright, yeah,nWe're lucky 'cause everyone is off tonight.nPush up, push up, it's alright now.nMy time's now minenAnd I'll spend it, yeah.nSee, when I get home,nI'll be fine because...nOur time's now ours, yeah, and we spend it with the...nn(Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up)nSouped-up vinyl spinning round and round.n(Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up)nSouped-up vinyl spinning round and round.n(Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up)nSouped-up vinyl spinning round and round.n(Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up)nSouped-up vinyl spinning...nnThe thing that bugs me is I'm running this God damned ship.nMy boss is clueless and the manager's a piece of shit.nCome in when they say, but then I stay longer than they said.nIf I work one more day, end of the week, then I'll be dead.nMonday the twenty-third, man you saw me write it down.nYou don't give me the day off, then I swear I'm fucking out.nYou believe they'd even pull this as long as I've been here?nYeah, sorry Todd. I've been drinking, you're right. I'll end it there.nnI know, I know, I'm steady, yeah.nJust keep looking past it, well...nWe'll be alright, see,nWe're lucky 'cause everyone is off tonight.nPush up, push up, it's alright now.nMy time's now mine,nAnd I'll spend it, yeah.nSee, when I get home,nI'll be fine because...nOur time's now ours, yeah, and we spend it with the...nn(Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up)nSouped-up vinyl spinning round and round.n(Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up)nSouped-up vinyl spinning round and round.n(Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up)nSouped-up vinyl spinning round and round.n(Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up)nSouped-up vinyl spinning round and round.nnSpin her around, oooooooooh. (It's the rough sound.)nSpin her around, oooooooooh. (Watch out now.)nSpin her around, oooooooooh. (It's the rough sound.)nSpin her around.nnYeah, tell my friends they can't ever grab a mic again.nExplain that, nope, sorry, never plug in again.nTell me we're the only onesnAnd I'll show you all the people, yeah,nI'll take you where they are.nA rag tag of a couple who still get loose.nA couple angels...nA couple rude ones, too.nOh no! There's no need to worry, see.nThey never ever find us 'cause they don't know where we are.nn(Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up)nSouped-up vinyl spinning round and round.n(Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up)nSouped-up vinyl spinning round and round.n(Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up)nSouped-up vinyl spinning round and round.n(Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up)nSouped-up vinyl spinning round and round.nnIt's the rough sound!