Nellie McKay - Work Song Lyrics
Deliver the paper deliver the porndeliver the baker deliver the mornA quiverin' jibberin' shiverin' massof sunshine and good times that I have to passon the way to my job on the way to my workon the way to that slobberin' hoverin' jerkwho's my boss todaywho's my boss to staywho's my supervisor when I'm in my gravea slave on the run still under the gunof Attila the Hun with a cinnamon bunI don't know son, was there somethin' I missedI don't think Fritz Lang was a fantasistMetropolis exists is thisif you listen close you can hear the piss(chorus)Every day's another lossneed the pay so please the bossthrough the sludge they mingle by the mileevery worker looks aheadah the kiddies must be fedso they trudge along in single filejoo ming boohaaoooand you turn and you toiland you burn and you boilin the tourniquet coilof the white folks' soilspoilin' with a malaise worse than disses or dopewakin' up in a hazewith your wishes and hopesand your poor little dreamsall wrapped up in burlapthat you carry aroundfor a sniff or a snackor a taste in your hasteto get right back on trackoutta whack with the packbut acquiring the knackof ignoring the rustlethat quietly seethesthe hustle, the buy-itthe air that you breathe(chorus)joo ming boohaaooo
