I don’t mind working, ’cause I used to be jerking off most of my time in bars,
I’ve 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 and I’m disdainful and I’m distracted and it’s painful,
But this job sweeping up here is gainfully employing me tonight.
Well «Tom, do this» and «Tom, do that», and «Tom, don’t do that»,
Count the cash, clean the oven, dump the trash,