Lyrics:

La, La
An occupation
La, La
An occupation
La, La
An occupation for you
We cowboys are a hardy breed
We eat our beans and tumbleweed
We're good on horses, good with guns
We smell but so does everyone
Oh La, La
An occupation for you
La, La
An occupation for you
We doctors are important men
We make you feel well again
You open wide and we look in
And throw in several aspirin
Oh La, La
An occupation for you
La, La
An occupation for you

There are
Soldiers
Sailors
Stuntmen
Jailers
Jewelers
G-men
Unless your daddy's rich
You need an-ah
You need an-ah
You need an occupation
You need an-ah
You need an-ah
You need an occupation
La, La
An occupation for you
We athletes run around and round
We moan and groan and hit the ground
And when we get to 35
We sell cosmetics and survive
Oh La, La
An occupation for you
La, La
An occupation for you

There are
Bodyguards
Bouncers
TV announcers
Farmers
Models
Unless your daddy's rich
You need a
La, La
An occupation for you
(How 'bout salesmen? Huh?)
We salesmen can sell a storm
We'll sell ya blankets when you're warm
And if you're really really warm
We'll sell ya two, we've got that charm
('n pilots)
We pilots take you anywhere
We'll be your father in the air
We'll try to look calm and cool
But we're as scared as all of you, ha, ha

There are
Soldiers and
Sailors
Stuntmen
Jailers
Jewelers and
G-men
Unless your daddy's filthy rich
You need a
La, La
An occupation for you
You need an-ah
You need an-ah
You need an occupation for you
(Actors, bombers, cut rate druggists, doughnut makers, elephant trainers, Greyhound drivers, hotelkeepers, hitmen, knights and Dukes of Earl, lady killers, maids and nuns, Orson Welles' promo men, quiz show host and royal family, saviours, trollops, undertakers, werewolves, witches, x-rated actors, yes men, Zorro)...