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Sep 2020
Working from 8 till 3
In a ****** job mate
It is totally bad
Saying that you want a clean slate
Saying Jesus saves
To everyone around you
Hopefully your boss
Won’t imply that he is out to get you
Everyone in town loves to party
Whether you are dumb or a big fat smarty
You party with bourbon and coke
And then you light up a smoke
And say dude boy am I in trouble
You see this 8 to 3 day means
I will want to party all night
Yes it would make me happy
Yes I want to lift up my hands
And clap clap Clappy
When I do my work
People contradict ya
Saying you are slowing us down
Pushing us around ya
You need to lift ya game
If you don’t want to get sacked yeah
You see all ya want is to drink too much alcohol yeah
Working 8 to 3 only works if ya ready
At the end of the week
You drink and watch the footy
Party on and never ever fail
Party on till the old break of dawn yeah old break of dawn
Written by
johnny georgy brown
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