Thank God for the Radio

For all the people out there Who sorta hate their jobs But you've gotta do it anyway And music makes it soo much better This ones for the people getting their hands dirty Tradies on the job site Fly in, fly out, working all the long nights Yeah, waking up long before the sunrise No days off from Kalgoorlie to Bondi Working every single second in the Hot sun And It's never tools down til the job's done And I know first hand that it's not fun But this ain't a sprint man, they're in it for the long run Yeah They put the radio on Help the days go quicker when they're snailing along You hear em humming along, hammers banging to the drums of the song Covered in grease The next track will be the one that we want Aye, No Olivia John I went over on my data from requesting a lot So please Mr Radio just sing us a song We only need one banger to be singing along And we say We work, we work, we work, we work, cos we gotta get that pay We always leave the radio on, but they never play a song that we want played Every once in a blue moon, we hear a good tune, making the day go Zoom Zoom Thank God for the radio, you're keeping our heads bobbin' til the end of the day-ay-yeah Uhhh, Another day in the office Pour a hot coffee and then I pray I can cop it Make a couple copies for the boss that he wanted Wanna tell him to shove em Up his ass, if I'm being honest But I'm not, So I hide away at my desk Then I decide to draw a dick and balls with my pen Spin around a couple times making sure my chair works Plot the longest route to get some water Cos my head hurts Oh my god, It's only nine o six and I'm feeling shit And now my boss is on my back, don't wanna deal with him Why's he gotta be dick, can't he let me live I just wanna turn up here and get paid for it Uh! So I get back to my desk Slap the radio on and then I sent a request On the text line and for the first time, man she chose mine What do you know, before I knew it, it was home time It goes like We work, we work, we work, we work, cos we gotta get that pay We always leave the radio on, but they never play a song that we want played Every once in a blue moon, we hear a good tune, making the day go Zoom Zoom Thank God for the radio, you're keeping our heads bobbin' til the end of the day-ay-yeah If you wonder why we've all been moping around lately You should probably take a look at all the bullshit you've been playing Cos we ain't gon' work for nothing And the boss is hardly paying So before we're going crazy play that song we've all been craving! So we called a meeting on our lunch break to prioritise Where the tunes coming from, maybe Spotify? Maybe chuck it on the Triple J, Fbi Dave recommended his playlist, what a guy But here's the problem Dave, everything you wanna play Is terrible, I can't bear it all, so I'm sorry mate Got his blood boiling like a kettle from the get go Sorry we don't want no death metal or no techno, nah! We want some pleasant shit, summer days, pez and 6 (It's called the festival song) Down by the river BNE, or Mr Sentry with the waitress, with the apron and the bacon Better run like hell boy and turn it up So we can float away and reminice Heaven is, hearing this When your day's looking harder than the slaves on the pyramids Whip Cracking, stiff Backing, office politicking shit Waiting for that one song, to make your day, well here it is We work, we work, we work, we work, cos we gotta get that pay We always leave the radio on, but they never play a song that we want played Every once in a blue moon, we hear a good tune, making the day go Zoom Zoom Thank God for the radio, you're keeping our heads bobbin' til the end of the day-ay-yeah