Lyrics:

How did we get from the top of the world
To the bottom of the heap?
I don't recall you mentioning
The boss is such a creep
We still have the ingredients
To make this summer sweet
Well, I got rags instead of riches
And all these dirty dishes
Just wish I had three wishes
(Okay guys, break it up)
We've got to work, work to work this out
We'll make things right, the sun will shine
If we work, work, there'll be no doubt
We can still save the summer
If we work this out
(Dude, what have you gotten us into?)
(Come on, we can totally turn this thing around)
I'd rather face a seven footer
Straight up in the post (yeah)
That sure beats hanging here
And burning someone's toast
I needed Benjamins, but this ain't worth the stress
Maybe there's a better way
To fix this greasy mess
We're a champion team
A well-oiled machine
And we've faced tougher problems than this
I know it's a grind
But I'm sure we can find
A way to have fun
While we get this job done
We've got to work, work to work this out
We'll make things right, the sun will shine
Got to work, work, there'll be no doubt
If we all come together
We can work this out
(Let's work it)

Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
A little bit of sugar
A little bit of butter
It's the perfect recipe
Pay day
It'll taste so sweet
Pay day
Good enough to eat
Gonna make some motion pictures
Hit the mall with all my sisters
Get tickets to the Knicks and Sixers
Kick it with the music mixers
Buy a ride that suits my style
Lounge around the pool and while
Make a date with my favorite girl
We've got it made
Oh, we've got to work, work to work this out
We'll make things right, the sun will shine
If we work, work, there'll be no doubt
We can still save the summer
If we work this out
Work this
Gotta work this
We can work this out