Work - Leo Sayer

Leo Sayer, Tom Snow &John Vastano

five days out of seven

eight hours of every one

I’m tryin’to buy a piece of heaven

but I’ll be gone

before that heaven comes

work, work, work

who nees it?

it’s all I ever seem to do

I’m killin’myself for a livin'

livin’the workin’man’s blues

minute to minute

day after day

wherever I go it’s always the same

I work a little longer

to make up my pay

but when the cheque comes along

they’ve taken half of it away

all the work, work, work

who nees it?

all I ever seem to do you know I’m killin’myself for a livin'

I should be stayin’at home with you

city to city

all over the world

wherever I been to -- that’s all I ever heard

you work a little longer

to double up on that pay

when the taxman comes along

they take half of it away

work, work, work

who nees it?

it’s all I ever seem to do

I’m killin', killin’time for a livin'

livin’the workin’man’s blues

yeah, it’s all work!

work!

work!

work!

that’s all it is killin’myself for a livin'

like drivin’a nail straight into my hand

I’ve been workin’my life away