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!