In the middle of late last night, I was sittin’ on a curb
Didn’t know what about but something had me quite disturbed
Street sweeper comes whistling by and he’s bouncing every step
Seems strange how good he felt so I asked him while he swept

He said it’s my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that’s the best reason to go for me
It’s my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me

Got an uncle that owns a bank, he’s a self made millionaire
Never had anyone to thank, never had no one to care
He always seemed kind of sad to me so I asked him why that was
And he told me it’s because in my contract there’s a clause

That says it’s my job to be worried half to death
And that’s the thing people respect in me
It’s my job and without it I’d be less
Than what I expect to be

I’ve been lazy most all my life, singing songs and sleeping late
Any manual labor I’ve done is purely by mistake
If street sweepers can smile then I got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget till the lights come on and the stage is
set
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat

It’s my job to be different from the rest
And that’s the best reason to go for me
It’s my job to be better than the rest
And that’s a tough break for me

Great song!

It’s a hobby that I firmly believe could be more than one as I hone in on my writing skills. That being said, I’d actually probably be referred to as a lyricist more than a songwriter at this point.