Hump Day

Lyrics

I could have been one of those college fools But  fifteen degrees ain't worth one good set of tools Took  my daddy's advice and learned me a trade And now I'm slappin' tires out and man, I got it made Camper in my driveway, a woman that cooks and sews Two  days to the weekend, slam that card in the slot I  gotta get to work, work Work, work Work,  work Never mind 'bout your mind, keep your mind on your Work, work Work, work Work,  work Blue-collar, top dollar, three weeks paid, union shop Benefits that don't stop, ain't this the life? Sliding right through Wednesday, it's all downhill from here To weekends in my La-Z-Boy, football, fried chicken and beer Yes, I need this job I'm doin', I need each bolt and screw I'd stick it out through double shifts, all three they'd ask me to I gotta work, work Work, work Work, work Never mind 'bout your mind, keep your mind on your Work, work Work, work Work, work Coffee break Pity the management, all nervous wrecks With the ulcers and the boss's noose 'round their necks Me? I'm pushin' buttons and all that noise and grease and steel Says I'm a rubber baby workin' man makin' wheels instead of deals Gotta work, work Work, work Work, work Never mind 'bout your mind, keep your mind on your Work, work Work, work Work, work Checkin' the specs and cashin' my checks Work, work Work, work Work, work Idle hands are the Devil's playground Work, work Work, work Work, work