The super..the supervisor..em..hey..
（Let's take this from the top）
The supervisor guy turns off the factory lights
So the robots have to work in the dark
And theres a car load of kids
With beer and cigarettes
Burnin' out and doin' lawn jobs in the park
There's a shitty limosine parked in front of the bar
It never got to drive any movie stars
But the guy in the driver's seat don't care
With his wierd cologne and his magic hair
(It's magic..)
The sofa and the fridge are on the car
But they aren't strapped down
And we're drivin' all over town
And the used-up krylon cans that the farmer found
Were used to paint the foothills brown
So there's a high school football coach sittin on the couch
With a toothpick in his mouth
And the stray dog won't forget the day
He tricked him with a chocolate shake
(little trick..)