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• Artiste: Kevin Fowler
• Titre: J.o.b.
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Eight Monday mornin? and I ?m in my bed as leep Well now, no be ll ring-a-linging tellin? me i t?s time to hit the st reet Oh, no, don?t you kn ock on my door, ?cause I ain?t coming Tell the bo ss-man I?ve quit or I?ve di ed or something I?m do ing all those things I?ve always said I wanted to d o (chorus) I don't want no J.O.B. Bringin' me Down like a damn dog to my knees All w ork and no play a in?t no way for me to live My day's too short, I ain?t g ot no time G ot one life, it?s gonna be mine Livin? w ild and free, don?t w ant no J.O. B. Well now, the la ndlord?s knocking, o h, I?m in one hell of a me ss And I j ust got a letter from the fo lks at the I.R. S. The bi lls are piled high and the gr ass needs mowin? Think I?ll ju mp in my truck and just ke ep on goin? F ind me a place where the drinks are free And the pr etty girls all love me (chorus) Seems a ll I ever do is work these fin gers to the bone If th is is all that life can offer, I?d ra ther be dead and gone. (chorus) Y ea now, I?m livin? wild and free Don?t w ant no J.O. B.