Work…
..I’ve done so much work
It’s turned me into a jerk
Ain’t even had time to take a squirt
Even my style is even being hurt
All I wear is a work shirt
My bosses name is Ernie and
Everybody calls me Bert
Career change possible
play harpsichord change my name to Lurch
Early Sunday morning gig playing in church
All work and no play
Makes jack a dead boy
I do have a day off coming soon
That’s if I don’t end up like Keith Moon
He’s dead you know from years on the road
Smashing up hotel rooms in the rock star mode
Work hard play hard that’s the motto
Three months of gigs, then
Hangin with Hef chillin in the Grotto
That’s not my style, sorry
But I’m no 9 to 5
Yeah I’m more like Travolta
Just Stayin Alive
Paint store gig almost killed his vibe
Primp hair in mirror for fever on Saturday Night
I’ll keep working and paying those taxes
So pimp politicians can sell their asses
To fatcat,conglomerate, multi-national whatevers
While I nose to grindstone my daily endeavors
I’m bustin my ass but wishin
That I had a sign on my back that said
“Gone Fishin”