Work

It's a struggle to proceed

Just can't find the time I need

I'm too busy for the sun

It's been and gone before I'm done

It's changed from all past summers seen

No time for beer on the village green

We'd love to do what once we've done

But we've got more time for work and less for fun

Now you've got to work work work

Till your hands turn to leather

There was a time when you were young as high as a feather

Now you work work work

It's tough all year round

But it's a bummer in the summer when the party's going down

Dusty men walk dusty roads

From door to door they carry their loads

They make the deal with sweaty hands

They know they're slaves to supply and demand

The teacher grasps for more knowledge from the shelf

She barely has a second though for her self

A mother worked her fingers to the bone

She also had no time for own

Now you've got to work work work

Till your hands turn to leather

There was a time when you were young as high as a feather

Now you work work work

It's tough all year round

But it's a bummer in the summer when the party's going down

Somewhere there's a party going down

Somewhere there's a party going down

Somewhere there's a party going down

Somewhere there's a party going down

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