Chubb Lyrics - Singles - Beanbag

He tries hard to be noticed when he's traveling town 

His stereo's up loud pumping hits to his ego 

Traveling to work in the morning he can't stop yawning 

His foot down hard from the light he is screeching from the lights he is off in a hit 

He doesn't spend much time except with looking at himself 

He spends his money on his wife, his dog is his life 

He can't stop yawning so he books the next flight 

He is the type that makes you run when you walk 

He is the type that will not bother to talk 

He saves all his money to spend it today he could not imagine life another way 

He yells this is for me he talks nice and loud about the stock he is buying 

He doesn't see that the chef brought the plate that he ordered 

Just before when he came to his spot 

You know he thinks he can't be stopped thinks he won't be popped 

Just don't stand near him you don't want to be him 

And if you did mate, then join his fate 

He is the type that makes you run when you walk 

He is the type that will not bother to talk 

He saves all his money to spend it today he could not imagine life another way 

He finishes late at work 

His mobile is flat and his car won't start 

On the way he trips in the gutter 

His blood clots as he hits the floor 

He is the type that makes you run when you walk 

He is the type that will not bother to talk 

He saves all his money to spend it today he could not imagine life another way 

Jesus now wants you to be more like a big bulb in this damned world