I Gotta Grow Up

I was following a girl, a Canadian girl
On a great American trip
She was thumping the bass in an improv group
On their way to being hip

After a few nights on the bus
While we stopped to get some fuel
Her head got small and her rage got big
And she challenged me to a duel

In a truck stop there on the aisle
Where they sell those dayglo hats
I took up with a girl who had
Eyes like an alley cat

She took me home, it was her husband's home
Before that awful factory fire
But the dead man came around that night
And proved the alley cat a liar

I got to grow up, I got to go to work
Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts
I got to grow up, I got to go to work
Even if it hurts, I got to grow up

I moved out to the coast, the western coast
And met an eastern girl
She was a big shot in the picture biz
She wore black clothes and pearls

She loved what happened behind closed doors
Then she locked me out in the cold
And said guys like me are something called a genre
That's getting really old

I got to grow up, I got to go to work
Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts
I got to grow up, I got to go to work
Even if it hurts, I got to grow up

I got to grow up, I got to go to work
Quit counting on luck, even if it hurts
I got to grow up, I got to go to work
Even if it hurts, I got to grow up