Слова песни:8 o'clock get up get outta bed
I feel like a truck ran over my head
Another day of stress and sorrow
Skip breakfast, 'cause I gotta go
Ain't got no time to take it slow
And I will do my hair tomorrow
I can't take it no more
Oh no no no
Is this what I'm living for?
But my Uncle John from Jamaica
Keeps on calling every day
J about me and you
And we'll never be the same again
