Good at nothing, at the top of my game
Whatever I do, it's just the same
Not sure where I'm going, where I been
Don't know why I'm leaving, don't know why I came
Push real hard, that don't work
Fat, dumb, happy and a first class jerk
Don't know when to shuck, don't know when to jive
Lucky I'm still in it, lucky I'm alive
Top of the bottom is where I stand
Don't need nobody, can you lend me a hand
Master of nothing, at the top of my game
That sinking feeling, coming 'round again
Forty times nothing is the most I made
Barely fit and a little unpaid
Don't know where i'm going, don't know why I came
That sinking feeling, coming 'round again
That sinking feeling, coming 'round again
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