Lyrics:
I got the work
I got the work
I got the work for days
I got the work
I got the work
I got the work for days
(Yeah)
My style so classy
(Yeah)
Bank
We work a long day
Sunup to payday
For a life this big
If you're broke don't fix it
Learn to live with it
And like it just the way it is
When
derry-o
In the sun they be
Chorus
Life in the countryside
They work day and night
Hi-ho derry-o
All feels just right
Verse 3
The wife takes a child too
I don't want you to be no slave
I don't want you to work all day
But I want you to be true
And I just wanna make love to you
Love to you,
Sittin' in the backwoods
With a Backwoods
Sick and tired of dirt pay
Sick and tired of work days
Dirt pay, dirt pay
Sick and tired of dirt pay
Sick
Choked by the clock and he doesn't know what to do.
I say, you say, you say its work, yeah its work all day.
Happyman is mad at the world
(Green
to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel all right
You know I work all day
To get you money to buy you things
And it's worth it just
Up each morning at five o'clock,
Seem like the noon-day sun ain't never gonna' stop.
The work is hard in a railroad yard,
Hey, hey, gotta' make it
and thought
"Oh, what a morning"
It's not a day for work
It's a day for catching tan
Just lying on the beach and having fun
She's going to get you
All
Yankee detectives
Are always on the TV
'Cause killers in America work
Seven days a week
Never mind the stars and stripes
Let's print the Watergate
day
Hard work work
Hard work
Hard work work
Hard work
Hard work, do it every day
Hard work
Hard work, I earn my pay
Hard work, do it every day
Hard
He's got a big gold ring which says "Jesus Saves"
And it's dented from the punch thrown at work that day,
Where he smashed a metal locker where he
You drive in to work each day
Wondering if it's worth the pay
There's got to be a better way in suburbia
And as your stocks and bonds mature
How come
a promised land
I've done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
wanna lose it, but I'm turning down that road
I need a moment cause I've spread myself to thin
We all need a moment in our lives
Works hard, the days
We wake in the morning and work all day
We dress up in the evening with nothing to say
Just like a candle burning bright
Burning like forever then
TV's off at 1 a.m.
One more day alone again
The work gets longer every day
Why'd I have to get away?
But I have found a comfort here
Solitude can be
of day when work was over
And when the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us from the family Bible
And we'd count our many blessings, one by one
I
to work,
You got no time to play,
Busy doin' nothin' all the live long day.
You won't ever change no matter what I say,
You're just made that way.
I don't want you to be no slave
I don't want you to work all day
But I want you to be true
And I just wanna make love to you
Love to you,
Blue Monday, oh, I hate Blue Monday
Got to work like a dog all day
Then come Tuesday, whoa oh, Tuesday
Got no time, got no time to play
Then
At the end of day when work was over
And when the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us from the family Bible
And we'd count our many blessings one by
Yeah, ay
I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ay
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ay, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no
Blue Monday, oh, I hate Blue Monday
Got to work like a dog all day
Then come Tuesday, whoa oh, Tuesday
Got no time, got no time to play
Then
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