| Double shifts and early starts
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| I spent the morning hiding in the carpark
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| Oh yeah, I’m so laissez-faire
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| Sometimes I’m not even there
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| If you want me sober and straight
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| I’m afraid I’m gonna be a little bit late
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| Get another job
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| Get another job
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| Just a summer job
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| Get another job
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| Get another job
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| Just a summer job
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| Fire me, give me the sack
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| Bare feet on warm tarmac
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| Fire me, give me the sack
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| Warm feet on bare tarmac
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| Every night and all weekend
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| Can’t remember the last time I saw my friends
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| Don’t think I can take much more of this
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| In the stockroom, I feel like an anthropologist
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| I know exactly what to do
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| There’s just one cure for the summertime blues;
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| Get another job
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| Get another job
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| Just a summer job
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| Get another job
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| Get another job
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| Just a summer job
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| Fire me, give me the sack
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| Bare feet on warm tarmac
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| Fire me, give me the sack
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| Warm feet on bare tarmac
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| (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)
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| Get another job
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| Get another job
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| Just a summer job
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| Get another job
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| Get another job
|
| Just a summer job
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| Fire me, give me the sack
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| Bare feet on warm tarmac
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| Fire me, give me the sack
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| Bare feet on warm tarmac
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| I’m just beginning to come alive
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| So hand me my P45 |