I Hate This Job

I like Folgers in my cup I love drivin' in my truck I love fillin' up a full tank of gas I love Sundays on the river And grillin' what's for dinner And that feelin' when I'm stackin some cash Oh I'm so blessed to be stressed I really can't complain But I must confess there's just one thing I hate this job I just wanna quit I'm so sick and tired of all of this shit I hate my boss I hate this place I hate that stupid dumb ass look on his face I clock in at eight, same shit Different day I hate this job Don't get me wrong I love it when they pay me And they can't say I'm lazy They know damn well they owe me a raise They got me workin' over time On this corporate ladder climb And it feels like I'm just wasting away I hate this job I just wanna quit I'm so sick and tired of all of this shit I hate my boss I hate this place I hate that stupid dumb ass look on his face I clock in at eight, same shit Different day I hate this job (I hate this job) Oh I'm so blessed to be stressed I really can't complain But I must confess there's just one thing I hate this job I just wanna quit I'm so sick and tired of all of this shit I hate my boss I hate this place I hate that stupid dumb ass look on his face I clock in at eight, same shit Different day I hate this job They work me to the bone Man I just wanna go home I hate this job