At eight Monday mornin' I'm in my bed asleep
Well now no bell ringin' thing tellin' me it's time to hit the street
Oh No, don't you knock on my door 'cause I ain' a-comin'
Tell the bossman I quit or I died or something
I'm doin' all those things I always said I wanted to do
I don't want no J.O.B. bringin' me
Down like a damn dog to my knees
All work and no play ain't no way for me to live
Well now my days too short, I ain't got no time
I got one life, it's a-goin'-a be mine
Livin' wild and free, don't want no J.O.B.
Well now the landlord's a-knockin, oh, I'm in one helluva mess
Seems all I ever do is work these fingers to the bone
If this is all that life can offer, I'd rather be dead and gone
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