In honor of my vacation being over

[browngirl]

I wanted the most recent version of this song, but this was what I could find.

The Dirty Jobs Theme Song
Words and Music, Mike Rowe

http://televizzle.org/2006/09/07/100th_dirty_job_special.php

Now everyone who's got a job has got his dues to pay,
working for a paycheck and gettin' through the day,
but if you're bored or otherwise inclined to be a slob,
grab some boots, and lose that suit and get a dirty job.

Fight a fire, or tread a tire, or ride a garbage truck.
Save a seal, or mix a meal, or manage miles of muck.
Misbehave, inside a cave, with forty million bats.
Find some friendly roaches in a sewer filled with rats.

Dirty jobs, they're everywhere, just take a look around.
Down the street, or up the stairs, or even underground.

You don't need to borrow, beg and you don't need to rob,
All you've got to do is get yourself a dirty job.
All you've got to do is get yourself a dirty job.

Smelly loads and foul commodes, all need to be addressed.
Chimney sweeps and chicks that beep can make an awful mess.
Wrangle herds of cranky birds, that bite and kick and stomp.
Mine for gold, or dig a hole, or navigate a swamp.

Dig for clams, or handle ham, or work with stinging bees.
Clean a dump, or lift a pump, or labor out at sea.
Run a rig or chase a pig, find vomit from an owl.
Change your course and shoe a horse, or reach inside a cow.

Dirty jobs, they're everywhere, just take a look around.
Down the street, or up the stairs, or even underground.

You don't need to borrow, beg and you don't need to rob,
All you've got to do is get yourself a dirty job.
All you've got to do is get yourself a dirty job.

Cleaning skulls, collecting balls, or working down a drain.
Killing bugs, or picking spuds, or separatin' grain.
Sweat and toil, or drill for oil, or tear apart a float.
Pull a teat, or chip concrete, or shave an ornery goat.

Drive a nail, replace a rail, or disembowel a fish.
Tackle grime, or grow some slime inside a petri dish.
Tar a roof, or clean a hoof, or handle poison toads.
Brew some beer, or drag a deer across a busy road.

Dirty jobs, they're everywhere, just take a look around.
Down the street, or up the stairs, or even underground.

You don't need to borrow, beg and you don't need to rob,
All you've got to do is get yourself a dirty job.
All you've got to do is get yourself a dirty job.

Now dirty jobs don't guarantee no great big pile of loot,
there ain't no perks or fancy cars or golden parachutes.
The pension plan is also-ran, the pay is far from rich,
but dirty jobs will keep you far from office politics!

So... don't be scared or unprepared to tackle something rank,
to pick up gum or have some fun inside a septic tank.
Don't begrudge a little sludge, or working in a pit,
but always ask, to wear your mask, when cleaning pigeon - gee-whiz!

Dirty jobs, they're everywhere, just take a look around.
Down the street, or up the stairs, or even underground.

You don't need to borrow, beg and you don't need to rob,
All you've got to do is get yourself a dirty job.
All you've got to do is get yourself a dirty job.
All you've got to do is get yourself a dirty job.

Comments

[redaxe.livejournal.com]

Dude -- Mike Rowe rocks! (Plus, how many songs qualify for Encore's "disembowel" card? :-)

150th dirty job upcoming!

[kshandra]

It was on this past week, actually. (Hence B's reference to "the most recent version," as Mike sang it at the party....)

[redaxe.livejournal.com]

Oops. Forgot I'd recorded but not watched it. Mea culpa

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

Did you watch it yet? 'Tis awesome.

Also, what is a "disembowel card"?

[redaxe.livejournal.com]

Haven't, yet. (Had to see Heroes, first. Next is sleep, as I don't have the luxury of having the kids picked up from school by their grandmother today.)

I was referring to the game Encore, in which words are on cards selected from a deck; each of two teams takes turns trying to come up with songs containing that word in the lyrics. (I'm a bit surprised you haven't encountered it, if you haven't.) The "disembowel" card was something of a joke; I don't believe it's in the official deck.

[vass]

My friend R has a dirty job of the kind described - knee-deep in muddy water. It does not keep her from office politics. Furthermore, they keep sitting her at a desk because she's female, even though she's more qualified than most of her coworkers, more inclined to fieldwork, and if she'd wanted a desk job would probably have chosen some less messy and wet engineering speciality than the one she did. At least they trained her to use a chainsaw, that's pretty cool.

I'm not all that coordinated, and my spacial learning/intelligence is lower than the rest of my IQ. Most of the jobs described sound like you'd need to be coordinated to be good at them, or even not to be in danger doing them. And like the less skill/coordination required to get the job, the more likely that the job's dangerous and you actually need that coordination not to get maimed. *has guilt and also apprehension*

(Also, I have no objection at all to smelly, messy, disgusting and/or gory jobs, am calm in a crisis, and respect human dignity, and hence was for a while very keen on learning to do aged care work in nursing homes, but they need people who are good team players, quote unquote, and I'm just not good at groups of people. One on one I can sort of manage - teams, no.)

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

From The Mask of Apollo, end of Chapter 3:

... I could only say, "But it's such marvelous theater."

Plato raised his brows; then he looked down into his wine-cup. An audience of twenty thousand could not have produced such an echoing silence. I went hot right up into my hair.

I don't really think the song was meant as literal statements of workplace sociology, but just as something fun and cute. Maybe I should have contrived to post the tune as well.

[vass]

I am such an arsehole when I don't stop thinking to think.

It is a cute song, and I'm sorry.

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, sweetie, be not so hard on yourself! You're not an asshole; you are impassioned, which is usually a good thing. If Plato could get carried away on the strength of his argument (have you read that scene? It's *awesome*) what can we mere mortals do?

*hugs you*
*gives you a hug for your friend*

FWIW, I think you would have been a wonderful geriatrics worker.