Lyrics by Shaun E.T.F. O'Donnell and Rev

Well, I don't like where my friend works.
He don't like it, too.
Spent four years in college,
Now he's teachin' that golden rule.
Watchin' kids by the hour,
Gettin' paid by the day.
Tryin' to make his wits' ends meet
And wishing that he could say to those

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Heathens and hooligans,
Go on and get the hell out of here!
Bother someone else for a while.
Brother I could use a beer!
I don't need you and I don't need this.
I want to make this perfectly clear!
Listen up, heathens and hooligans.
Go on and get the hell out of here!

Well, I don't like it much where I work.
I'm wasting my precious time.
Working day in and slaving day out,
And I'm losing my worried mind.
Running my poor ass ragged,
And I'm living from day to day.
Boss-man telling me what to do
Just makes me want so say to those

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Guess I'm in if for the money,
Cause it pays my bills.
Yeah, it's kind of funny.
Must gotta be one of life's ills.
Yeah, it's all for money
That I sell my skills.
Let me tell you honey,
It sure ain't for the thrills!

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