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