Get Drunk and Be Somebody??
Ever feel like this?
Yeah, the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip.
I ain't nothin' but a number on his time card slip.
I give him forty hours an' a piece ' my soul;
Puts me somewhere at the bottom of his Totem pole.
I don't even think he knows my name.
Yeah, all week long, I'm a real nobody,
But I just punched out an' it's pay check Friday.
Weekend's here, good God Almighty:
I'm gonna get drunk an' be somebody,
(Somebody.)
Yeah, yeah yeah.
My baby cuts hair at a beauty boutique,
Just blowin' an' a-goin' till she's dead on her feet.
They walk right in an' sit right down,
She gives 'em what they want an' then she spins them around.
I don't even think they even know her name.
All week long, she's a real nobody,
But I just picked her up an' it's pay check Friday.
Weekend's here, good God Almighty:
Baby, let's get drunk an' be somebody,
(Somebody.)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We're just average people in an every day bar.
Drivin' from work in our ordinary car.
An' I like to come here with regular Joes,
Drink all you want: be the star of the show.
All week long, a bunch of real nobodies,
But we just punched out an' it's pay check Friday.
Weekend's here, good God Almighty:
People, let's get drunk. (Let's get drunk.)
All week long, we're some real nobodies,
But we just punched out: it's pay check Friday.
Weekend's here, good God Almighty:
People, let's get drunk an' be somebody, (Let's get drunk.)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I think this song speaks to something that everyone is born with. We all long to “be somebody”. This is where the church comes in. We have a message that says everybody is somebody to God. We are all created in God’s image and reflect his glory and character. It is frustrating to think that your boss doesn’t know your name. I’m in that boat at UPS. My district manager, who I see nearly everyday, has never once addressed me by name in the nine or so months he’s been my boss. I can relate to that feeling very well. What helps me cope and what Christians have to offer those people who think they “aren’t somebody” because their employers don’t care, their customers don’t care, and society in general doesn’t care is better than getting drunk to be somebody. I’m all for a tasty adult beverage, but it’s not what gives lasting value to my humanity. When I drink a Guinness, it doesn’t add any value (besides the 125 calories that aren’t on purpose) to my humanity.
What lasts.
What gives me value is that I am an image bearer of God and have life given from God and am in relationship with Him.
It affects my worldview and how I perceive myself.
While, I am a nobody at UPS, I am a child of the King of the Universe.
It’s quite striking if you think about it.
Yeah, the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip.
I ain't nothin' but a number on his time card slip.
I give him forty hours an' a piece ' my soul;
Puts me somewhere at the bottom of his Totem pole.
I don't even think he knows my name.
Yeah, all week long, I'm a real nobody,
But I just punched out an' it's pay check Friday.
Weekend's here, good God Almighty:
I'm gonna get drunk an' be somebody,
(Somebody.)
Yeah, yeah yeah.
My baby cuts hair at a beauty boutique,
Just blowin' an' a-goin' till she's dead on her feet.
They walk right in an' sit right down,
She gives 'em what they want an' then she spins them around.
I don't even think they even know her name.
All week long, she's a real nobody,
But I just picked her up an' it's pay check Friday.
Weekend's here, good God Almighty:
Baby, let's get drunk an' be somebody,
(Somebody.)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We're just average people in an every day bar.
Drivin' from work in our ordinary car.
An' I like to come here with regular Joes,
Drink all you want: be the star of the show.
All week long, a bunch of real nobodies,
But we just punched out an' it's pay check Friday.
Weekend's here, good God Almighty:
People, let's get drunk. (Let's get drunk.)
All week long, we're some real nobodies,
But we just punched out: it's pay check Friday.
Weekend's here, good God Almighty:
People, let's get drunk an' be somebody, (Let's get drunk.)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I think this song speaks to something that everyone is born with. We all long to “be somebody”. This is where the church comes in. We have a message that says everybody is somebody to God. We are all created in God’s image and reflect his glory and character. It is frustrating to think that your boss doesn’t know your name. I’m in that boat at UPS. My district manager, who I see nearly everyday, has never once addressed me by name in the nine or so months he’s been my boss. I can relate to that feeling very well. What helps me cope and what Christians have to offer those people who think they “aren’t somebody” because their employers don’t care, their customers don’t care, and society in general doesn’t care is better than getting drunk to be somebody. I’m all for a tasty adult beverage, but it’s not what gives lasting value to my humanity. When I drink a Guinness, it doesn’t add any value (besides the 125 calories that aren’t on purpose) to my humanity.
What lasts.
What gives me value is that I am an image bearer of God and have life given from God and am in relationship with Him.
It affects my worldview and how I perceive myself.
While, I am a nobody at UPS, I am a child of the King of the Universe.
It’s quite striking if you think about it.
posted by Bobby's blog at 1:04 PM
8 Comments:
Thanks for this post, Bobby. The last few weeks have not been the best for me, but this puts things into perspective. I'm a child of the King! I should rejoice daily in that.
Nah, I never feel like that 'cuz no matter how drunk I were to get I'd still realize I'm acting like a boob. And that realization would only drive me to greater self-conscious boobery.
Yes, I know this from experience.
I wasn't necesarrily talking about the drunk aspect, but if you think about it, everyone has those times where they feel like a nobody.
At UPS, for instance, you're a number, sometimes a name, but rarely a person.
Thanks, Bobby. The song reminds me of Emily Dickinson's "I'm Nobody! Who are you? /
Are you—Nobody—Too?..."
I've been doing a lot of thinking about identity lately, and how it is ultimately our design as divine image bearers that gives purpose and definition to our various callings. That's the only path to satisfaction in this life.
I'm sure you've read Beyond Identity by Dick Keyes. It was a very interesting and sobering read for me. My biggest problem with it, though, is that it was written in 1999 (I think) before reality TV was so popular. If RTV had been around then, his book would be even better.
Oh great. Now I got Travis Tritt's "I'm gonna be somebody" stuck in my head.
I think as men, failure to be appreciated at work is much more burdensome. We get very caught up in our jobs and usually identify with them. One of the first we want to know about each other is what we do for a living. I've come to appreciate this more and more having been unemployed for a good amount of time after moving to Louisville.
I know a lot of seminary students who work at UPS...
It's the place to go if you're a seminary student. You get insurance and tuition assitance. I guess, it's a price you pay...
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