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Walk your street
And I'll walk mine
And should we meet
Would you spare me some time

'Cause you should see my world
Meet my kind
Before you judge our minds

Blue collar

Sleep your sleep
I'm awake and alive
I keep late hours
Your nine to five

So I would like you know I need the quiet hours
To create in this world of mine

Blue collar

I'd like you to know at four in the morning
Things are coming to mind
All I've seen, all I've done
And those I hope to find

I'd like to remind you at four in the morning
My world is very still
The air is fresh under diamond skies
Makes me glad to be alive

You keep that beat
And I keep time
Your restless face
Is no longer mine

I rest my feet
While the world's in heat
And I wish that you could do the same

Blue collar

Blue collar
 
You get up every morning
From your alarm clock's warning
Take the 8:15 into the city
There's a whistle up above
And people pushin', people shovin'
And the girls who try to look pretty

And if your train's on time
You can get to work by nine
And start your slaving job to get your pay
If you ever get annoyed
Look at me I'm self-employed
I love to work at nothing all day

And I'll be...
[Refrain]
Taking care of business every day
Taking care of business every way
I've been taking care of business, it's all mine
Taking care of business and working overtime
Work out!

If it were easy as fishin'
You could be a musician
If you could make sounds loud or mellow
Get a second-hand guitar
Chances are you'll go far
If you get in with the right bunch of fellows

People see you having fun
Just a-lying in the sun
Tell them that you like it this way
It's the work that we avoid
And we're all self-employed
We love to work at nothing all day
 
Day-o, day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Work all night on a drink of rum
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Stack banana till de mornin' come
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day...
Daylight come and me wan' go home

A beautiful bunch o' ripe banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day...
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Day-o, day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
 
On The Boulevard, by Murray McLaughlin

When you work all day
Don't you want to get rid of your pay
When the whistle blows and they put the IBM's away
And a Friday don't mean a thing
If it hasn't got that swing

Did you see them on the Boulevard
Did you see them on the Promenade
When the lights come on
They can forget
That they ever had to work so hard

Sellin' shoes in the aftrenoon
Makin' french-fries in a greasy spoon
The assembly line keeps turnin'
Until they make you swoon
And it always won't be long
'Til somethin' better comes alomg

Did you see them on the Boulevard
Did you see them on the Promenade
When the lights come on
They can forget
That they ever had to work so hard

Keepin' up the cash flow
Keep the corporate taxes low
They say that Switzerland is where the money goes
Don't the time payments grow
For a home sweet home

Did you see them on the Boulevard
Did you see them on the Promenade
When the lights come on
They can forget
That they ever had to work so hard
 
5 O'clock World, by The Vogues

Up every mornin' just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the husslin' mob
Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain
While another day goes down the drain

But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes
Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah
Holiday, yeah...

Tradin' my time for the pay I get
Livin' on money that I ain't made yet
Gotta keep goin', gotta make my way
While I live for the end of the day

'Cause it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there's a long-haired girl who waits, I know
To ease my troubled mind, yeah
Holiday, yeah...

In the shelter of her arms everything's okay
She talks and the world goes slippin' away
And I know the reason I can still go on
When every other reason is gone

In my five o'clock world she waits for me
Nothin' else matters at all
'Cause everytime my baby smiles at me
I know that it's all worthwhile, yeah
Holiday, yeah...
 
Work Song, by Kate and Anna McGarrigle

Back before the blues were blue
When the good ol' songs were new
Songs that may no longer please us
'Bout the darkies, about Jesus
Mississippi minstrels color of molasses
Strummed their banjos to entertain their massas
Some said garbage, others cried art
You couldn't call it soul, you had to call it heart

Backs broke bending digging holes to plant the seeds
The owners ate the cane and the workers ate the weeds
Put the wood in the stove, the water in the cup
You worked so hard that you died standing up

When I was a little thing
Papa tried to make me sing
Home Sweet Home and Aura Lee
These were songs that my daddy tought me
Camptown Races and Susannah Don't You Cry
Gentle Annie still brings a tear to my eye
Label it garbage, label it art
You couldn't call it soul, you had to call it heart

Backs broke bending digging holes to plant the seeds
The owners ate the cane and the workers ate the weeds
Put the wood in the stove, the water in the cup
You worked so hard that you died standing up

Sing me songs of days gone by
Make me laugh, make me cry
Break my female heart in two
Sing me songs that say "I love you"
Lower your eyes, raise your hand to your breast
Sing me one about the sun setting in the west

Backs broke bending digging holes to plant the seeds
The owners ate the cane and the workers ate the weeds
Put the wood in the stove, the water in the cup
You worked so hard that you died standing up

Wood's in the stove, water's in the cup
You worked so hard that you died standing up
 
We Gotta Get Outa This Place, by The Animals

Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You'll be dead before your time is due, I know

Watched my daddy in bed a-dyin'
Watched his hair been turnin' grey
He's been workin' and slavin' his life away
Oh yes I know it

(Yeah!) He's been workin' so hard
(Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby
(Yeah!) Every night and day
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)

We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'cause girl, there's a better life for me and you

Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true, yeah
You'll be dead before your time is due, I know it

Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'
Watched his hair been turnin' grey, yeah
He's been workin' and slavin' his life away
I know he's been workin' so hard

(Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby
(Yeah!) Every day baby
(Yeah!) Whoa!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)

We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
Somewhere baby, somehow I know it

We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
Believe me baby
I know it baby
You know it too
 
I Can't Wait to Get Off Work (And See My Baby on Montgomery Avenue), by Tom Waits

Well I don't mind working
cause I used to be jerkin off
most of my time in the bars
I been a cabbie and a stock clerk
and a soda fountain jock jerk
and a manic mechanic on cars

It's nice work if you can get it
now who the hell said it
I got money to spend on my gal
but the work never stops
and I'll be busting my chops
working for Joe and Sal.

And I can't wait to get off work
and see my baby
she said she'd leave the porch light on for me
I'm disheveled I'm disdainful
and I'm distracted and it's painful
but this job sweeping up here is
is gainfully employing me tonight

"Tom do this", "Tom do that",
"Tom, don't do that"
"count the cash", "clean the oven"
"dump the trash" oh your lovin
is a rare and a copasetic gift

and I'm a moonlight watchmanic
but it's hard to be romantic
sweeping up over by the cigarette machine
sweeping up over by the cigarette machine

I can't wait to get off work
and see my baby
she'll be waiting up with a magazine for me

"clean the bathrooms", "clean 'em good"
oh your lovin', I wish you would
come down here and sweep-a me off my feet
but this broom'll have to be my baby
and if I hurry, I just might
get off before
the dawn's early light.
 
Rage against the machine Fuck you I wont do what you tell me to - and cant belive no one got there first.
Its not specific but I tailored it to suit my needs - Karma Police - the bit that gots "this is what you get - this is what you get - when you mess with us" - I used to mutter it under my breath going throught the doors of Nazi College Southend PLC every day when I worked there.
 
Bartender's Blues, by George Jones

i'm just a bartender
i don't like my work
but i don't mind the money at all
i see lots of sad faces
and lots of bad cases
of folks with their backs to the wall

i need four walls around me to hold my life
to keep me from going astray
a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight
to keep me from slipping away

i can light up your smokes
and i'll laugh at your jokes
and i'll watch you fall down on your knees
close down this bar
gas up my car
pack up and mail in my key

i need four walls around me to hold my life
to keep me from going a-stray
a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight
to keep me from slipping away

the smoke fills the air
in this honky-tonk bar
and i'm thinking about where i'd rather be
but i sunk all my bridges
i burned all my boats
i'm stranded at the edge of the sea

i need four walls around me to hold my life
to keep me from going astray
a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight
to keep me from slipping away
 
Take This Job and Shove It - Johnny Paycheck

Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and took all the reasons
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
As im a walking out the door.
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more

Ive been workin in this factory
From now on fifteen years
All this time I watched my woman
Drowning in a pool of tears
And Ive seen a lot of good folk die
Who had a lot of bills to pay
I'd give the shirt right off of my back
If I had the nerve to say

(Chorus)

Well that foreman, hes a regular dog
The line boss, hes a fool
Got a brand new flat-top haircut
Lord, he thinks hes cool
One of these days, Im gonna blow my top
And that sucker, hes gonna pay
Lord I cant wait to see their faces
When I get up the nerve to say
 
I've said it before, and I repeat:-

Don't bother cutting and pasting entire song lyrics. Nobody reads them. (Especially if they don't prominently include the title and artist). Duh!:p
 
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