J.O.B. - Kevin Fowler

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.

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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