(slow guitar intro) (Verse 1) I wake up early with the sun in my eyes, Another day of drywall, it’s no surprise. Got my mud and my tape, and I’m ready to go, Hanging sheets of gypsum like a pro. I’ve got screws in my pockets, dust in my hair, Cutting out sockets with the greatest care. But when I step back, man, what do I see? A crooked line staring back at me! (Chorus) I’m a drywaller, I patch it all day, From the ceiling to the floor, I smooth the way. I tape it, I mud it, I sand it just right, Then I’ll do it again when it cracks overnight! (Verse 2) My buddies all laugh when they see me climb, Up that shaky ladder, it’s drywall time. I can mud up a corner in record speed, But the screws are playing hide and seek—what a need! And just when I think I’ve got the job done, The client says, (sad voice) “Oops, can you fix that one?” (Chorus) I’m a drywaller, I patch it all day, From the ceiling to the floor, I smooth the way. I tape it, I mud it, I sand it just right, Then I’ll do it again when it cracks overnight! ( guitar solo) (Bridge) Oh, the dust storms are flying, my mask is a joke, I’ve inhaled so much drywall, I’m starting to croak! But I’m a hero in these walls, making it right, Even if my back will ache all night. (Verse 3) At the end of the day, I crack open a brew, Covered in plaster, but what else is new? I might look like a mess, but my walls are so straight, Even though the job took ‘til half past eight. (Final Chorus) I’m a drywaller, I patch it all day, From the ceiling to the floor, I smooth the way. I tape it, I mud it, I sand it just right, Then I’ll do it again when it cracks overnight! (Outro) So here’s to the walls, and here’s to the crew, If you need a patch job, you know what to do. I’ll bring my trowel and a six-pack, my friend, And we’ll drywall together—until the bitter end!
