Hump Day

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



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Writer(s): Chris Butler
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