Work

Five days outa seven

Eight hours of every one

I'm tryin' to buy a piece of heaven

But I'll be gone before that heaven comes

Work, work, work

Who needs it

It's all I ever seem to do

I'm killin' myself for a livin'

Livin' the working man's blues

Minute to minute

Day after day

Wherever I go it's always the same

I work a little longer

And make up my pay

But when the cheque comes along

They've taken half of it away

All this work, work, work, work

Who needs it

All, all I ever seem to do

Y'know I'm killin' myself for a livin'

I should be stayin' at home with you

City to city

All over the world

Wherever I've been to

That's all I ever heard

You work a little longer

To double up on that pay

Then the tax man comes along

They've taken half of it away

Work, work, work

Who needs it

It's all I ever seem to do

I'm killin', killin', killin' time for a livin'

Livin' the working man's blues

Yeah, work, work, work

Oh, my

That's all it is

Killin' myself for a livin'

Like drivin' a nail straight into my hand

I've been working my life away

That's right

Working my life away

I'm working my life

All this work, work, work,

Working my life away

Working my life away

You know sometimes I get home in the evenin'

And lay in bed at night just dreamin'

I had enough a whole pay cheque sittin' in my hand

So we can split it between the two of us

And buy that big mansion on the hill

Where that rich guy lives

Who says he pays me every week

Oh, I don't want to work no more

I can't stand it