A
Got some free advice the other day
                          D
From an older relative of mine
E
He said, I dig what you do
                                A
But I think you're wasting your time

[Pre-Chorus]
                                                                        D
Cause driving around, getting drunk with your friends in a van every night
                                             E
Sounds like a lotta fun, but you need a plan B, cause it ain't gonna last long past twenty one

[Chorus]
                         A
You'll never make enough money
                           D
And no one cares about the things you say
                     E
You're gonna wake up someday
                          A
And you'll wish you got a job
                             A
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
                        D
Driving up and down the freeway
                        E
Someday when you're too old to play
                            A
Yeah, you'll wish you got a job

[Interlude]
G A G A D C A x2

[Verse]
  A
I bummed a cigarette from a guy in Manhattan last week
D
And I told him politely, thank you
E
Then with this hollowed out look, he turned to me and said
                               A
You know for twenty five years I've been a banker

[Pre-Chorus]
A                                             D
In all my many years of life, I suddenly feel obliged to impart to you one free piece of advice
         E
You must invest in your future, I said thanks for the cigarette but I think I know the rest

[Chorus]
                              A
(Or) You'll never make enough money
                                      D
And no one cares about the things you say
                     E
You're gonna wake up someday
                          A
And you'll wish you got a job
                             A
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
                        D
Driving up and down the freeway
                               E
Someday when you're too old to play
                            A
Yeah, you'll wish you got a job

[Interlude]
G A G A D C A x2

[Solo] 
A D E A

[Chorus]
                              A
(Or) You'll never make enough money
                                      D
And no one cares about the things you say
                     E
You're gonna wake up someday
                          A
And you'll wish you got a job
                             A
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
                        D
Driving up and down the freeway
                               E
Someday when you're too old to play
                            A
Yeah, you'll wish you got a job