Lyrics:
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9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I
it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I
if you let it
Nine to five, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem
the chief's daugher May.
We were making good time and gettin' to know,
When the Captain said, "Sorry we gotta go."
Well, well that's all right man now, go right
let it
They let you dream just to watch them shatter
You're just a step on the boss man's ladder
But you've got dreams he'll never take away
In
Aw man!
Put that ol' dumb horn down
Hey, Jazzy
Jazzy
Show this boy what some real music 'posed to sound like
He-he-ha!
1-2-3-4
Now that's a record!
struck of luck, a Navy ship pulled up
The troops came off and they got us out of the pot
And I said to the chief, ";Yo, I get witcha, hops!";
The guy
This is a service public announcement
It's goin' out to all the paper haters
Now sure sure sure your broke, sure sure sure your havin' problems
denials
Evidence will drag those criminals
To face the man in trial
Good-bye Martha my dear!
Go Away
Taking down upper management. What?
Taking down
country
On many, many slave ships
Preparations, reparations from segregation
Genius at Genesis, master system SEGAs
Punjabi mommy, dissecting Vedas
On the fourteenth of February we sailed from the land
In the bold Princess Royal bound for Newfoundland
We had forty bright seamen our ship's
closer to my services and further from my world
I found love on a prison ship
I found love on a prison ship
I found love on a prison ship
I found
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes
[Eddie Talking]
This is a service public announcement going out to all the paper haters
Now sure sure sure your broke sure sure sure your having
denials
Evidence will drag those criminals
To face the man in trial
Good-bye Martha my dear!
Go Away
Taking down upper management. What?
Taking down
lost a single man excepting one or two
And the pirate ship surrendered just at the break of day
And we brought her as a prisoner unto Amerikay
to (Who runs this?)
All my powerful women working nine to five
Two, three jobs just to survive
All my powerful women
No man at home
Raising all
need the pastor's service
I'm drowning cause I'm so tired of treading
So Lord when you get a second please
So can you rescue me
Because my ship is
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship
We be really in the mix
Big ass stones
help 'em"
Now Mr president
You're commander-in chief of
Our armed forces
Ships and planes, and the tanks and horses
I guess you know best just where I
it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I
mind and
They never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
Nine to five, for service and devotion
You would think that I would
you're ready
My love won't let you down
And if you come my way
I'll be at your service
And so ride with me, until the wheels fall off
So I can be all
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