It's A Dirty Job (lyrics and music by C.R.Lewis) (Sung by Frollo:) I get up in the morning When the new day's dawning And the first thing on my mind Are all the unsolved problems Lost, pathetic people And fuck-ups waiting in line Just like little children Wanting them a daddy Needing all my sympathy Well I didn't make this cold, cold world And the hard way it's got to be Mother Nature moves in mysterious ways I'm only helping Mother Nature weed out the strays Natural Selection is the name of the game And God knows there's quite a selection to be made Mmmm-Hmmmmm All these bleeding hearts, I don't need 'em I won't heed 'em I'll supersede 'em All these vagrant bums, I don't want them They're the bottom (of the barrel) I'll stomp them All these hangers-on, they're disaster For the resta All of us that hasta Go out and try to be the rare responsible few Who keep it all from going straight to Shhhhhh It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it Someone better do it right It's a filthy job, but if nobody does it Will the Status Quo sleep tonight? Whenever any of you see any of them You know you always turn away So why do you pretend that you don't want me To excise them from the light of day It's not as though you included them in your crowd Invited them to your house and palled around anyhow It's a dirty job, but Lord, I'm gonna do it I'm the man to do it right Do it right! Do it right! The things I do aren't easy Can make you kind of queasy Can cause a little sleeplessness A little hard to take When I'm all by myself But in my heart I know I've Done my best Exterminating rubbish, working hard to punish The worthless ones who ruin the curve Well if they think they can get away with that Then they've got a lot of nerve It's hard enough to hold onto this dream built on sand With every able body doing all that he can Without these bloody leeches bleeding all of us white It's not right, a parasite must be shut down tight Oh, Yeah! Wouldn't want to meet in an alley Come on, tell me Wouldn't you rally Rather have them eradicated Liquidated And then cremated? With all this riff-raff on every corner How you gonna Continue on a Journey anywhere, try to get from here to there When you have to wade knee-deep in Shhhhh It's a dirty job but someone's got to do it Someone better do it right It's a filthy job, but if nobody does it Will the Working Man lose the fight? Someone has to do the protecting, subjecting All this filth to a wrecking It's a dirty job but someone better do it And keep the lid screwed on tight Remember, all that separates you from all of them Is just the thin, thin line of this concerned citizen Yeah, crucify them all, we don't need 'em Let's treat 'em (to the rack) And then bleed 'em All these down-and-outs, they're disgusting They're all rusting, rotten hulks That need dusting (It's a dirty, dirty job, someone's got to do it) (It's a dirty, dirty job, heh, heh, heh, heh) (It's a lousy, rotten job, but someone's got to do it) (It's a dirty, dirty job, heh, heh, heh, heh) And if you want this job to be handled right You better shut your mouth and close your eyes real tight And whoever was the moron who said power corrupts? No, you never have to worry that'll happen, not much! But if standards go up and you begin to fall You won't be too surprised when I callŠ. It's a dirty job but someone's got to do it Someone better do it right It's a lousy job, but if I have to do it There'll always be some schmuck to indict It really doesn't matter it's not appreciated People need to feel that their hands have not been tainted Even though you all have made your contribution Toward that ever silent night So keep on building all these fabulous prisons Soaring twenty stories high I can fill 'em up just as fast as you can build 'em And nobody's gonna ask me why And You! better keep your nose to that grindstone Yeah, baby, better toe the line Cause it's a dirty job and God! I love to do it I'll be ready for you right on time It's a filthy job and no one wants to do it So that makes this opportunity mine Hey-hey-hey It's a dirty job and boy I'm glad to do it Thank ya for this chance to shine! Who'll do this dirty job (cause someone's gonna to do it) And this one's gonna do it right, Yeah!

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