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This is the song Jimmy Buffet
would have written if he had to
hang out at the Dept. of Motor Vehicles
instead of Margaritaville
Nibblin my
finger nail
Time’s movin
like a snail
Some of
these people give me the creeps
Takin some light
breaths
Don’t want a
brain death
Smells like
someone’s guts are beginnin to boil
Chorus:
Wastin away
again inside the DMV
Searchin to
replace a license that’s lost
I’d like to
claim that my husband’s to blame
But I know
it’s nobody’s fault
I don’t know
the reason
Why this
takes a season
Been here
long enough to get a tattoo
Cause
everyone has one
Or is
carrying a hand gun
When I can
leave I haven’t a clue
Chorus:
Wastin away
again inside the DMV
Searchin to
replace a license that’s lost
I like to
claim that my husband’s to blame
Now I think
Yeah, it’s probably
his fault
Wish I’d
worn my flip flops
Hey look,
here come the cops
Bustin in
and arrestin that guy
But he is
resistin
He’s yellin and
twistin
Hey buddy I’ll take your place in that car
Chorus:
Wastin away
again inside the DMV
Searchin to
replace a license that’s lost
I like to
claim that my husband’s to blame
Now I think
Yeah, it’s completely
his fault
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