Lyrics

The alarm is going off again And I can't find the strength within To get myself to get up out of bed And I can't find my keys And I'm sick of feeling like this Every single morning Five more minutes in bed With the covers over my head Trying to get fired so I won't have to quit Don't wanna spend my nights working the graveyard shift And I'm so sick and tired yeah I'm over it I'm calling this early retirement yeah "Come on man, hold your singing and get back to work" "Uh, hold your singing and get back to work, get bent!" It's not that I'm afraid of work I think that I'm above it It's just like johnny paycheck said "Take this job and shove it" I'd rather be anywhere but here Trying to get fired so I won't have to quit Don't wanna spend my nights working the graveyard shift And I'm so sick and tired yeah I'm over it I'm calling this early retirement yeah I'd rather be anywhere else I'd rather be anywhere but here "I'm sick of all you punk kids, sitting around, doing nothing Singing little songs to yourselves What's the matter with you? Get your crap and get out of here, you are fired!" "Okay, well, first of all you can't fire me because I quit!" "Fired? Consider me roasted" Trying to get fired so I won't have to quit Don't wanna spend my nights working the graveyard shift And I'm so sick and tired yeah I'm over it I'm calling this early retirement yeah "That's it, I quit!"
Writer(s): Patricia Jeanette Wade, Ruben F Ayala Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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