Testi:
Work Song

La-da-da-dum-dum While we're emptying the vacu-um It's such fun to hum A happy working song Oo-ooh A happy working song Oh, how strange a place to be

You can play the lottery I can use my hands for praying I'm not sure what I believe But we've got a lot of paying to do Working in this tired row Only

a journeyman My mother works, my father works My brother works and now I work I love to work, work, work, work, work, work America A country carried on the back of the working

stopped you from singing your song He was our hero boys he took the bullet But he went down swinging his fist from the floor You can ask any working

A quiverin' jibberin' shiverin' mass of sunshine and good times that I have to pass on the way to my job on the way to my work on the way to that slobberin

These things That I've Been told Can rearrange My world My doubt In time But inside out This is the working hour We are paid by those who learn by our

there's work that you don't want to do" It's work, the most important thing is work It's work, the most important thing is work

been sleeping in clover But the darkness has pass'd, and it's daylight at last And the night has been long, ditto, ditto my song And thank goodness

's the kind of logic I just give a laugh to. When they find out doing nothing is a craft, too, then I'll go back to work. (Oh, yeah!) (Chorus) Well, you can work