I'm puttin' in hours at the IGA
Logs don't sell so well in may
Right at five
I take my dinner break and I
Practice in the back
Push the boxes away

But I know
The way it goes
Wait for the time to hang out
In my plain clothes
Paper, plastic, wood and a whittle

Pete Mankowski was the greatest of all
World's best doesn't do him justice at all
He started at six
With his father's old walkin' stick
And he whittled 'til the day
He blew the record away

Yeah but I know
The way it goes
Wait for the time to hang out
In my plain clothes
Paper, plastic, wood and a whittle

Call it temporary
Call it extemporary

One of these days I'm gonna make the grade
One of these days I'm gonna bake the cake
One in five
I'll get the crown before I die
Take it all the way to my grave

But I know
The way it goes
Wait for the time to hang out
In my plain clothes
Paper, plastic, wood and a whittle
Paper, plastic, wood and a knife
Paper, plastic feels alright tonight