Text: John Hiatt. Do You Want My Job.

Cool breezes from the mountains blow

As I wake up and dress to go

On the island, dawn is breaking

In the harbor, tanker's waiting



From the land of the rising sun

They bring their old plutonium

And we unload it in the bay

For two dollars forty cents a day



CHORUS:

Do you want my

Do you want my

Do you want my

Do you want my job



I hump the stuff, I take the cash

So my kids can wear Adidas

And if you live here, home, you know

We ain't got no place else to go



I remember when the air was sweet

And I brought home the fish to eat

Now we buy Spam from the grocery store

'Cause you can't eat the fish no more



REPEAT CHORUS