Lyrics Buck-O-Nine

Buck-O-Nine

Record Store

Workaholic, what it be?

Heard you're working eleven days a week

I used to know just where you're coming from

I used to know but with that I'm done

I got a job at a record store

Three days a week, no more than four

Sometimes you got to take a look around

Sometimes you got to slow things down

Looking out my bedroom window

You're looking at your office wall

I'm walking around like Marlon Brando

You're sitting down, not walking at all

Don't know what you're thinking

I don't work no overtime

Working at the record store

Look at me, I'm doing fine

Yeah, I'm doing fine

I see you're working on the weekends now

I guess, Mondays aren't such a shock

I spend my time just sitting around

I listen to that old punk rock

I take my time and never hurry

You use your time as best as you can

I'm acting like Billy Murry

You're acting like your dead in the sand

Don't know what you're thinking

I don't work no overtime

Working at the record store

Look at me, I'm doing fine, yeah

Got a job at a record store

Three days a week, no more than four

Sometimes you got to take a look around

Sometimes you got to slow things down

Looking out my bedroom window

You're looking at your office wall

I'm walking around like Marlon Brando

You're sitting down, not walking at all

Don't know what you're thinking

Don't work no overtime

Working at the record store

Look at me, I'm doing fine

I said, don't know what you're thinking

I don't work no overtime

Working at the record store

Look at me, I'm doing fine

Don't know what you're thinking

Don't work no overtime

I'm working at the record store

Look at me, I'm doing fine

I said, don't know what you're thinking

Don't work no overtime

I'm working at the record store

Look at me, I'm doing fine

Working at the, I'm working at the

I'm working at the record store, yeah

Working at the, working at the

I'm working at the record store, yeah