Harry Quimby was a man
He had a factory job
He monitored machines all day
He was a big fat slob
Harry Quimby had two kids
And an ever-loving wife
He had a house, he had two cars
But he had no fucking life

Harry Quimby woke each day
He showered, ate some eggs
Then he walked on out to the car
On his two massive legs
And on the way to work, you know,
He never sped a bit
And by the time he got to work
He always felt like shit

No fucking life
No fucking life
Harry Quimby had no fucking life

Harry Quimby liked his job
Because it wasn't hard
He didn't like the hours
Didn't like punching a card
Harry Quimby was a worm
He never got a raise
His boss liked him well enough
Coz he never complained

No fucking life
No fucking life
Harry Quimby had no fucking life

Harry Quimby sat right down
He thought about his days
He thought about his wife and kids
How little his job pays
Harry Quimby heaved a sigh
Picked up a sharp knife
Cut his wrists and wrote in the blood
"I had no fucking life"

No fucking life
No fucking life
Harry Quimby had no fucking life

No fucking life
No fucking life
Harry Quimby had no fucking life


Lyrics submitted by maxthedork

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