Lyrics

Eighty hours a week, that's what I call work And this black under my blue collar is his best pay dirt They work me hard from dawn to dusk Doin' double time puttin' out sweat for a filthy buck F.I.C.A. and the state They make my paycheck look like a big mistake Taxman takes his before I see a cent And what they don't get, I've already spent I'm addicted to a dollar, that ain't worth a dime I pick up my paycheck and pass it on down the line The more money that I'm making, the less I can call mine Well, I'm addicted to a dollar, that ain't worth a dime Got me more payments than I've got checks Ten more to go on this car, it's a wreck Landlord's at my door, it's a life of hard knocks When all I really want is my piece of the rock I'm addicted to a dollar, that ain't worth a dime I pick up my paycheck and pass it on down the line The more money that I'm making, the less I can call mine Well, I'm addicted to a dollar, that ain't worth a dime I'm addicted to a dollar, that ain't worth a dime I pick up my paycheck and pass it on down the line The more money that I'm making, the less I can call mine Well, I'm addicted to a dollar, that ain't worth a dime
Writer(s): Kim Tribble, Ray Hood, Douglas Brooks, Ray Maddox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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