| 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. |