Some people say I'm too picky. Others say I'm a jerk.
But I'm just a man with a sense of pride, looking for a good place to work,
O, yeah. looking for a good place to work.

So I don't ever want to be a Wal-Mart greeter, stand eight hours a day
And my feet get sore standing on that floor, the only job that is even worse, it is, even worse than telemarketing

When I was a little baby, my mother said, "Hey, son. Do the best you can and keep your goals real high
And don't settle for less, my boy. Don't settle for less."

So I don't ever want to be a Wal-Mart greeter, getting kicked in the shins
Bullseye on my back getting sucker punched, the only job that is even worse, it is, even worse than telemarketing

In my entire life, been working here and there. I've heeded those initials we called CYA,
The only one that you can trust, yourself, The only one that you can trust.

So I don't ever want to be a Wal-Mart greeter, wear white socks with black shoes
Polyester pants with that damn red vest, the only job that is even worse, it is, even worse than telemarketing

Some people say I'm too picky. Others say I'm a jerk.
But I'm just a man with a sense of pride, looking for a good place to work,
O, yeah. looking for a good place to work.

So I don't ever want to be a Wal-Mart greeter, become a stereotype
Constant harrasment and the butt of jokes, the only job that is even worse, it is, even worse than telemarketing