Lyrics Gord Downie – 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

Planes dropping paper, jets dropping scissors
Pretty soon all them chimps are becoming
Regular Wizards
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»
Forget the promise
Here’s what I got
You can do it in your 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

Listen, you sound hard, you sound dope
You sound like you lick
Your own envelopes

Planes dropping paper, jets dropping scissors
See the planes drop the paper and the jets dropping the scissors