Lyrics J.O.B. - Kevin Fowler

J.O.B.

Eight Monday mornin?
and I?
m in my bed as leep
Well now, no be ll ring-a-linging tellin?
me i t?
s time
To hit the st reet
Oh, no, don?
t you kn ock on my door, ?cause I ain?
t
Coming
Tell the bo ss-man I?
ve quit or I?
ve di ed or something
I?
m do ing all those things I?
ve always said I wanted
To d o
I don’t want no J.O.B
Bringin' me
Down like a damn dog to my knees
All w ork and no play a in?
t no way for me to live
My day’s too short, I ain?
t g ot no time
G ot one life, it?
s gonna be mine
Livin?
w ild and free, don?
t w ant no J.O.
B
Well now, the la ndlord?
s knocking, o h, I?
m in one hell
Of a me ss
And I j ust got a letter from the fo lks at the I.R.
S
The bi lls are piled high and the gr ass needs mowin?
Think I?
ll ju mp in my truck and just ke ep on goin?
F ind me a place where the drinks are free
And the pr etty girls all love me
Seems a ll I ever do is work these fin gers to the bone
If th is is all that life can offer, I?
d ra ther be dead
And gone
Y ea now, I?
m livin?
wild and free
Don?
t w ant no J.O.
B