Busy Guy

Busy Guy

I’m a guitar slingin’ guy, I never get high (Yeah, right)
I never had a real job, and all my friends wonder why
I got a million dollar home, my x-wives own
But I get a lotta clout, by just hangin’ out

Well, you might say that ain’t workin’ at all
But at my earliest inconvenience, I’ll return your call

‘Cause I’m a Busy Guy, my friends don’t know why
And I’m burnin’ daylight, standin’ here thinkin’ up reasons why
I’m a Busy Guy, and I’m on the fly
Well, that’s my story----and I’m stickin’ to it

A gold record I got, we went to great heights
But that don’t get me respect from my future x-wife
I’m never on call, in my garage-mahal
But I’m getting things done, getting a tan in the midnight sun

Well you might think I got time on my hands
But I’m workin’ all day even though I got no plans

‘Cause I’m a Busy Guy, no one knows why,
But I’m burnin’ daylight, standin’ here thinkin’ up reasons why
I’m a Busy Guy, and I’m on the fly,
Well, that’s my story----and I’m stickin’ to it.

Solos

I’m a Busy Guy, and no one knows why
But I’m burnin’ daylight, standin’ here thinkin’ up reasons why
I’m a Busy Guy, and I’m on the fly
‘Cause that’s my story
That’s my story------and I’ll stick you to it