Working At the Car Wash Blues - Jim Croce

Well, I had just got out from the county prison,

Doin' ninety days for non-support.

Tried to find me an executive position,

But no matter how smooth I talked

They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius

The man say, "We got all that we can use."

Now I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'

Working at the car wash blues.

Well, I should be sittin' in an air conditioned office in a swivel chair

Talkin' some trash to the secretaries,

Sayin', "Here, now mam-ma, come on over here."

Instead, I'm stuck here rubbin' these fenders with a rag

And walkin' home in soggy old shoes

With them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'

Workin' at the car wash blues.

You know a man of my ability,

He should be smokin' on a big cigar.

But till I get myself straight I guess I'll just have to wait

In my rubber suit a-rubbin' these cars.

Well, all I can do is a-shake my head

You might not believe that it's true,

For workin' at this end of Niagara Falls

Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes.

So baby, don't expect to see me

With no double martini in any high-brow society news,

'Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin',

Workin' at the car wash blues.

So, baby, don't expect to see me

With no double martini in any high-brow society news,

'Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin',

Workin' at the car wash blues.