How did we get from the top of the world to the bottom of the heap?
I don't recall you mentionin' the boss is such a creep.
We still have the ingrdients to make this summer sweet.
(Well,) I got rags instead of riches,
And all these dirty dishes.
Just wish I had three wishes.
(Okay, guys, break it up.)
We've got to work, work to work this out.
We'll make things right; the sun will shine.
If we work, work,
there'll be no doubt.
We can still save the summer
if we work this out.