Robots Took My Job (But Not My Truck)
(yee-haw!) Woke up Monday, boss said "son,
we're goin' automated" A laptop's doin' everything I did — and it
don't get frustrated
Twenty years of loyal sweat,
replaced by a machine Now some chatbot's got my desk and my
parkin' space between
It don't call in sick,
it don't need a break It works for free while I'm out
here fishin' at the lake
Well the robots took my job,
but they can't take my pride Ain't no algorithm gonna teach a
hog to ride
Claude can write a letter,
ChatGPT can talk the talk — But I'd like to see that
silicon son of a gun drive my truck!
Yeah they can crunch a number,
they can sound real smooth,
But there ain't an app in Texas that can two-step in my
boots So plug it in and watch it — go on,
buddy, good luck — 'Cause the robots took my job,
but they'll never drive my truck!
My girl's been actin' funny,
tellin' ChatGPT her day It listens to her problems and it takes
the blues away
She takes its every word like it fell down from above —
But when I try to give advice,
she won't hear a word I love
I said "baby, I've been listenin' too" — she just rolled her
eyes and sighed, "It don't interrupt or argue,
and it's always on my side" It don't snore,
it don't leave
the toilet seat And it never says "I told you so"
when I do
Well the robots took my job,
but they can't take my pride
Ain't no algorithm gonna teach a hog to ride
Claude can write a letter,
ChatGPT can talk the talk — But I'd like to see that
silicon son of a gun drive my truck!
Yeah they can crunch a number,
they can sound real smooth,
But there ain't an app in Texas that can two-step in my
boots So plug it in and watch it — go on,
buddy, good luck — 'Cause the robots took my job,
but they'll never drive my truck!
Go ahead, take the office,
take the nine-to-five, Take the emails and the meetings — man,
I'm feelin' more alive!
'Cause a hard drive's got no calluses,
no dirt beneath its nails,
And it's never backed a trailer down a Alabama trail!
Well the robots took my job,
but they can't take my pride Ain't no algorithm gonna teach a
hog to ride
Claude can write a letter,
ChatGPT can talk the talk — But I'd like to see that
silicon son of a gun drive my truck!
So my girl can keep her chatbot,
and my boss can keep his tech,
I'll be out here livin' free with a cold one and no
regret
Plug it in and watch it — go on,
buddy, good luck — 'Cause the robots took my job...
but they'll NEVER drive my truck!
Buddy: "...Hey.
You know they got them self-drivin' vehicles now,
right?"
Guy:
"...well, darn it."