People say a lot when they want the job, yeah Lining up sideways around the block "It's not for the money" she say to you Almost convincing herself that it's true "I'll take care of your dog when you're away" "I don't mind working Saturdays" "When you wanna work I'll work with you", she say "And I'll go on working when you wanna play" "Nothing gonna hurt you when I'm around" "I'll keep my eyes wide open and my nose to the ground" "I'll be like a mama with a baby cub"
[Chorus] People say a lot when they want the job People say a lot when they want the job, yeah People say a lot when they want the job
When you begin to see a sinister gleam You're locked in too tight on the same team There's a little holiday in her heart When she sees you slip up, Ah It's like Christmas Eve just to see you trip up Ooops, then down again She'll sit on the floor hardly hiding a grin When her tears spill out, crocodile chagrin It's her contempt for you, she thinks you're a slob
Greatest cook to bring a meal (didn't need a recipe) Said she'll also deal the cards (dealt the knave and two and three) Said she also feel the thrill of the willow in the wind (Feel the thrillo the willow, or oak or elm or ash or pine sol)
It's already too late when she's reading your mail Calling your agent and making the deal She'll just copy and paste it and make it last Nothing is sacred about your past
She'll tell of the poppies in the July fest Maybe her brother with the badge can make the arrest "You could go to jail, fail all the tests" "Forget your keys and your secrets and your little black box"
She was awfully good at fire (fiery fiery hussy burn) She burned bridges where she could (she really couldn't burn them very well) She turned young men into torches (burning scarecrow) She had a way with wood (do away with wood, do away with wood)
People say a lot when they want the job Lining up eager around the block Promising, promising never to quit Well it's a full time job to be a hypocrite Maybe they remember that they've done it before Practicing, with their dolls on the floor The lie itself becoming the seed The messy mascara, the future deed The actor's bow, the junkie's need They line up again just to wipe you clean
They line up again just to wipe you out Line up again around the block A mighty force of youth for hire Spouting ideas that geniuses would rob oh
"Tell me Phoebe, do you want someday to have an award like that of your own?"
"More than anything else in the world"
"Then you must ask Miss Harrington how to get one Miss Harrington knows all about it"