Your Late Lyrics

Oh my God, what time is it?
I'm late again, this sucks
Where's my other shoe? f***!
I need a drink-god d***!
Did I get gas last night?
Oh, well, roll the dice
Ha-ha, I gotta to to Vegas soon
I really miss those wonderful casinos
And friendly people
f***, I hate those people
In the carpool lane
We carpool, oooo, go f*** yourself
I'm probably fired already, s***
Oh, well
Only nine more hours
Till dollar drafts
And free meatballs
You're late