The Floorboard of My Car

A look at the floorboard of my car Gives a glimpse into my life All the trash that's scattered about Necessities to survive? An old McDonald's bag spilling it's contents I wonder if those fries are still any good With nary a doubt I pop them into my mouth Hey...don't judge me, you know some of you would There's candy, bubblegum, fortune cookie wrappers It's all a pretty even mix What's this? Half a granola bar? That day I must have been on a health kick A fist full of bank statements...withdraw, withdraw, withdraw Without a single deposit...what am I daft?! Oh wait a minute, here we go Overdraft, overdraft, overdraft I swear I hear something moving From underneath the passenger seat Maybe tonight I'll leave the door open Hoping against hope it'll set itself free The floorboard of a car speaks much of a man And this man is pretty much a slob Guess you could say it's a part of my life And you ladies know that me being a man...it's also part of my job