Every morning we get landed With stout women with monster faces Put on our boots and grab our billy-cans Wa walk to the hill with the fellas Shovels and pics on our shoulders Pitful suits and smutty jokes Down a deep hole that makes us sick And every night we're back washed out
Am I not blessed I don't have to rise When it's raining I can stay home a while I will not share a meal with your colleagues Won't date the girl in charge of human ressources
Part time work, part time leisure, and all will end in a videogame
Oh no no no please allow me to puke I'd sure vote to reduce the working time Oh no no no please tell me where I puked Roll on roll on roll on put your brains on strike
Part time work, part time leisure, and all will end in a videogame
Oh no no no the worst of my fears Winos arguing rough at the canteen Oh no no no beyond all strategies The retired said goddbye toutou corporate parties