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No Play
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No Play was released on July 28, 2026 by Epizootic as a part of the album Four Banger - EP
ReleasedJuly 28, 2026
LabelEpizootic
LanguageEnglish
BPM104
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Hello
Eyes down for a full house
Getting plenty, 2 - 0, number 20
Queen bee, 7 and 3, 73
House... Oh no sorry... wrong number
Here we, go again
Nah mate I can't be your friend
I've got places to be, I've got emails to send
I've got a pile full of papers and meetings to tend to
Stick me a post-it and I'll see what I can do
Though I'm getting the impression this isn't for me
It's a drain on the brain with a capital D
The only issue here that I can really see is that
Retirement for me won't be 'til 2 - 0 - 7 - 3
But your a late 90's baby
Knock off at 65 mate, you'll be gravy
Yeah that's not the case if you look properly
There's factors in play with the pension money
If more people want less kids
Then the average age grows older
To keep the wheels a spinning we'll have to keep on working
until our eyes glaze over
You
You wouldn't really hate Mondays
If your work life was out the way
All work no play
No cash on your card sorry mate I can't pay
Those pennies in your pocket keep 'em safe
Cause at the rate we're headed
We'll be clocking in from the grave
These boomers don't know how good they got it
It's deceitful, I'm disgusted
Just thinking about it gets me flustered
We're told there's a plan but man I don't trust it
When the interest rates don't cut the mustard
So keep burning down that candle
Cant catch a grip when there aint no handle
So sit tight, strap in,
Cling onto that grin, 'cause your time is coming
I'm counting pence
I got hypertension
Boss man best not chuck my pension
You
You wouldn't really hate Mondays
If your work life was out the way
All work no play
No cash on your card sorry mate I can't pay
Those pennies in your pocket keep 'em safe
It feels like we'll never get there
When they're retired in a clickety click, that's 66
But a 90's kid, will be the sunset strip
More like 77, when I can leave my profession
It's a lethal progression, I need a therapy session
So live fast live now, live while you're young, before you get stung
'Cause the finishing bell will never get rung
'Til you're dead on your feet and you're covered in shhhh
I got no defence, my life's in suspension
Boss man best not, chuck my pension
You
You, wouldn't really hate Mondays
If your work life was out the way
All work no play
No cash on your card sorry mate I can't pay
Those pennies in your pocket keep 'em safe
Cause at the rate we're headed
We'll be clocking in from the grave
Grave
Grave
Grave
Grave
Written by: Ollie Andrews
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