Papas Fritas - Holiday Lyrics
Nine to five and I'm going out of my mindYou know what I meanStaring down the streetlightsWatching all the uptightsReading magazinesI'm God's gift to myselfGuess I need some helpNine to five and I'm going out of my mindTake one of these -- on your holidayI still can't breathe, but I feel okayI don't want to do the things that you doI don't want to hang around with youTake one of these -- on your holidayI still can't breathe, but I feel okayDon't move a muscle, just let it burnDon't move a muscle, there's one thing you should learnThat money's something I could never earn