One Good Fast Job

I know you keep hoping history might change
That hope comes in a yellow dress
And all the little things that stay the same
One night I promise, two nights tops
There's no need for drama, this is one good fast job

Planes dropping paper, jets dropping scissors
Pretty soon, all them chimps are becoming regular wizards, and
There's what was promised, there's what was thought
Never mind the commas, this is one good fast job

"Say 'Art's Shot!'" said Wellman to Fonda
Squeeze that line harder, son
Squeeze it like an anaconda, and
Forget the promise, here's what I got
You could do it in you pajamas, this is one good fast job

I had to look, I had to go, I had to laugh
I had to stop, I had to jump, I had to act
I had to look, I had to go, I had to laugh
I had to stop, I had to jump, I had to act

Listen, you sound hard, you sound dope
You sound like you lick your own envelopes
Forget the promise, here's what I got
How badly do you want this? It's one good fast job

Planes dropping paper, jets dropping scissors
And the planes dropping paper, and the jets dropping the scissors