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Something's wrong man when the boss man makes you beg |
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for your own paycheck, |
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With his sweaty chest and his cigarette breath, |
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breathing right down your neck. |
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Another fat face in the rat race, keeps feeding me do's and don't's, |
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Well it's the weekend so take your clock, stick it in and break if off, |
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I got plans of my own. |
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Tonight there's beer that needs drinking, Merle Haggard that needs singing |
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A couple of boys that need to go ahead and fight, that's right! |
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Beer cans that need stacking, pool balls that need racking, |
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That's the only quota I'm meeting tonight. |
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So, if you're with me raise your glass, here's to the working class |
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Everybody else can just kiss my ass. |
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Uncle Sam says pay your taxes, neighbors say mow your grass, |
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Signs here and there, tell me when and where I can |
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smoke my damn cigarettes. |
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So, if you think you need another piece of me, |
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well hunker down and pucker up, |
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Put your rosy red lips on the lower hips, go on and get you some. |
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Tonight's there's beer that needs drinking, |
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Merle Haggard that needs singing |
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A couple of boys that need to go ahead and fight, that's right! |
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Beer cans that need stacking, pool balls that need racking, |
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That's the only quota I'm meeting tonight. |
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So, if you're with me raise your glass, here's to the working class |
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And everybody else can just kiss my ass. |
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So, if you're with me raise your glass, here's to the working class |
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Everybody else can just kiss my ass. |
