Work Paroles

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
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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