Don’t Give Up Your Day Job (Douglas Brent Smith ) Chorus: Don’t give up your day job You could end up a poor slob Life without a paycheck Could make you a physical wreck Don’t give up, don’t give up your day job All my friends are artists, one way or another Filled with talent filled with skills still yet undiscovered When the routine looms they hunger for the road Checking out, dropping off another heavy load Before they jump into something absurd They catch their breath, count to ten and say these six important words (chorus) Chicago is the kind of place the race is always steady the competition’s stiff and hits when you’re not ready But people here never fear we work until we drop and one way or another they will end up on the top But even when we reach the sky and soar just like a bird we’re sure to tell the st