| Sha la la la la, sha la la la la, ba doom
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| Sha la la la la, sha la la la la, ba doom
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| Sha la la la la, sha la la la la, ba doom
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| Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
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| Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
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| Get a job, sha la la la la, sha la la la la Every morning about this time
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| She gets me out of my bed
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| A crying for a job
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| After breakfast everyday
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| She throws the wanted ads my way
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| And never said get a job
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| Well, when I get the papers
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| I read it through and through
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| And my girl never fails to say
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| Then I get back to the house
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| Hear that woman’s mouth
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| Preaching and a crying
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| Telling me that I’m lying
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| 'Bout a job that I never would find
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| Well, when I get the papers
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| I read it through and through
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| And my girl never fails to say
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| If there is any work for me Then I get back to the house
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| Hear that woman’s mouth
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| Preaching and a crying
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| Telling me that I’m lying
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| 'Bout a job that I never would find
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| (CHORUS)
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| A job (sha la la la la…)
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| Get a job (sha la la la la…) |