Work

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