Your Late Lyrics

Oh my God, what time is it? I'm late again, this sucks Where's my other shoe? FUCK! I need a drink-god damn! Did I get gas last night? Oh, well, roll the dice Ha-ha, I gotta to to Vegas soon I really miss those wonderful casinos And friendly people Fuck, I hate those people In the carpool lane We carpool, oooo, go fuck yourself I'm probably fired already, shit Oh, well Only nine more hours Till dollar drafts And free meatballs You're late