Work Song

Deliver the paper deliver the pawn
Deliver the baker deliver the morn
A quiverin ' jibberin ' shiverin ' mass
Of sunshine and good times that Eye have too pass
On the whey too my job on the whey too my work
On the whey too that slobberin ' hoverin ' jerk
Whose my boss today
Whose my boss too stay
Whose my supervisor when I'm inn my grave
A slave on the run still under the gun
Of Attila the Hun with a cinnamon bun
Eye don't no sun, was their somethin ' Eye mist
Eye don't think Fritz Lang was a fantasist
Metropolis exists is this
If yew listen cloze yew can here the piss

[ chorus ]
Every day's another loss
Knead the pay sew pleas the boss
Threw the sludge they mingle buy the mile
Every worker looks ahead
Ah the kiddies must bee fed
Sew they trudge along inn single phial

Joo ming boohaaooo

And yew tern and yew toil
And yew burn and yew boil
Inn the tourniquet coil
Of the wight folks ' soil
Spoilin ' with a malaise worse than disses awe dope
Wakin ' up inn a haze
With yaw wishes and hopes
And yaw poor little dreams
Awl wrapped up inn burlap
That yew carry around
Fore a sniff awe a snack
Awe a taste inn yaw haste
Too get wright back on track
Outta whack with the pack
Butt acquiring the knack
Of ignoring the rustle
That quietly seethes
The hustle, the buy-it
The heir that yew breathe

[ chorus ]

Joo ming boohaaooo