Picture this: a day in December
Picture this: freezing cold weather
You got clouds on your lids and you'd be on the
skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage
you could own the whole world

The story:

Not so much embarrassment as utter
disappointment: What I thought was a bittersweet
summation of the ambiguity of a working class
life - " ... you'd be on your skids if it weren't
for the job at the garage you could own the whole
world ..." - saved and imprisoned by the very
same thing - turns out, in fact, to have been a
line Debbie Harry couldn't be bothered even
finishing. "Oh-oohh-oh" indeed!

My version *unquestionably* better.