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I’ve Got Too Many Hands On My Time Not Enough Time On My Hands Between The Boss And The Government And Bills That Are Due I’m Like Bacon In A Frying Pan, Man My Woman She Left “Cause I Couldn’t Go Out Out On The Town Even Once Working Three Jobs, My Life’s Being Robbed Ain’t An Extra Second For Fun, Son I’ve Got Too Many Hands On My Time Not Enough Time On My Hands Between The Boss And The Government And Bills That Are Due I’m Like A Sardine Packed In A Can, Stan I Guess I’ll Go On Living Like This I Don’t Have The Knowhow To Stop Everytime I Start Dreaming A Dream Something Else Happens And The Bubble Just Pops, Pop If I Could I Would Pack Up And Just Leave This Town Stick Out My Thumb And Be Gone Take My Guitar And Just Follow The Wind Live On A Prayer And A Song, Bong Letras de canciones I’ve Got Too Many Hands On My Time Not Enough Time On My Hands Between The Boss And The Government And Bills That Are Due It’s Always Hitting The Fan, Man I’ve Got Too Many Hands On My Time Not Enough Time On My Hands Between The Boss And The Government And Bills That Are Due I’m Like A Sardine Packed In A Can, Stan I’ve Got Too Many Hands Too Many Hands Too Many Hands On My Time And Not Enough Time Not Enough Time Not Enough Time On My Hands Too Many Hands Too Many Hands Too Many Hands On My Time From Letras Mania