Now wake up, boys, get out on the rock It ain't daybreak, but it's four O'clock Oh, no, no, no, Pops, you know that ain't the play What you talkin' 'bout? It's the W.P.A. The W.P.A. The W.P.A. Sleep while you work, while you rest, while you play Lean on your shovel to pass the time away T'ain't what you do; you can't die for your pay The W.P.A. The W.P.A. The W.P.A. Now don't be a fool; working hard is passe You'll stand from five to six hours a day Sit down and joke while you smoke; it's okay The W.P.A. I'm so tired, I don't know what to do Can't get fired, so I'll take my rest until my work Is through The W.P.A. The W.P.A. Don't mind the boss if he's cross when you're gay He'll get a pink slip next month anyway Three little letters that make life okay The W.P.A.
Written by: J. STONE
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