(Jessie's note: Poor Mike. I hate it when meteors fall on people when they're trying to make a point.)
Mike McCormick was a steel drivin' man
Who never really gave a damn
Only thing he worked on was his tan
Mike McCormick was a steel drivin' man
He'd get up in the morning
To hammer in them spikes
Unless he'd been up
Drinking the previous night
Or if his bones
Weren't feeling right
Or if it looked like
It was going to rain
He had a tendency of
Being late for work
And everyone around
Thought he was a jerk
He'd take long breaks and
Say his back was hurt
And then he'd have
A drink to ease the pain
Mike McCormick was a steel drivin' man
Who never really gave a damn
Only thing he worked on was his tan
Mike McCormick was a steel drivin' man
His arms were like twigs and
His legs were like straws
His hands like a baby's bum
They were so soft
He'd wheeze and moan
And whine and cough
Then go home
And take a little nap
He never got fired
Cuz he was the boss' son
He just hung around
And bothered everyone
Never drove a spike
Not a single one
Though every now and then
He'd give a tap
Mike McCormick was a steel drivin' man
Who never really gave a damn
Only thing he worked on was his tan
Mike McCormick was a steel drivin' man
So he took his hammer and
Hammered one time
(*ting!* Ow!)
He took his hammer and
Hammered two times
(*ting! ting!* Ooh!)
He took his hammer and
Hammered three times
(*ting! ting! ting!* Ohhh!)
Then he got crushed
By a meteor and died.
Mike McCormick was a steel drivin' man
Who never really gave a damn
Only thing he worked on was his tan
Mike McCormick was a steel drivin' man
