Workin'

what ya call workin goin’ to the workplace

hatin’ what your doin’ goin’ back to home space

a job needs doin’ so you turn gangslave

tradin’ misery a perfect chain gang

hatin’ what your made to do

caught inside a dry machine

thinkin’ that life’s a bore

don’t wanna do it no more

a workin and a workin and a workin

and a workin and a workina and a workin no more

you go to yours across the workin town

mom stays at home and hates the kids fun

what ya call workin better be painful

make it boring make it disdainful

some do it outside in the backyard

swearin at the sweet sweat in the garden

a workin and a workin and a workin

and a workin and a workina and a workin no more

doe it make ya angry to see me happy

I’m gonna leave ya cuz I gotta play more

Play all day

a workin and a workin and a workin

and a workin and a workin and a workin no more