Jim Morris Roadkill Maintenance Man lyrics

Now he got stabbed by the biggest knife
I think I've ever seen in my life,
Lying by the side of the road in a pool of blood.
A big ol'semi came along,
Ran over his head, now half his face is gone.
The poor old corpse got squashed and buried in the mud.
Three or four hot August days go by,
And some buzzards come down from the sky,
And begin to eat his nose and pick his bones.
Now I'm a pro, but I'd be remiss
Not to feel remorse when people die like this.
But why'd the bossman send me out here alone.

CHORUS:
And I don't want to be any roadkill maintenance man.
Just spending my days in some buzzard's fantasyland.
I'd rather do the evening news and make about a hundred grand.
No, I don't want to be any roadkill maintenance man.
I should have given more thought to medical school

Or corporate law or something equally cool.
I'm up to my ears in lizards and gizzards and bones.
And you know it's really hard to impress the girls,
When your job consists of scrapping up squirrels.
And you know they pay people to pretend they're
having sex with Sharon Stone.
Now how do you get that job?

CHORUS
And I don't want to be any roadkill maintenance man.
Spending my days in some buzzard's fantasyland.
I'd rather be a porno star, getting laid whenever I can.
No, I don't want to be any roadkill maintenance.
Don't want to be any roadkill maintainance.
No, I don't want to be any roadkill maintenance man.
No sir, not me.