[Intro]
Huh? What?
For all the people out there who sorta hate their jobs, but gotta do it anyway, and music makes it so much better
[Verse 1]
This ones
For the people getting their hands dirty, tradies on the job site
Fly in, fly out, working all the long nights
Waking up long before the sunrise
No days off from Kalgoorlie to Bondi
Working every single second in the hot sun
And it's never tools down till the job's done (job's done)
And I know first hand that it's not fun
But this ain't a sprint, man, they're in it for the long run
Yeah, they put the radio on
Help the days go quicker when they're snailing along
You hear 'em humming along, hammers banging to the drums of the song
Covered in grease, the next track will be the one that we want
Ayy, no Olivia John
I went over on my data from requesting a lot
So please Mr Radio just sing us a song
We only need one banger to be singing along, and we say
[Chorus]
We work, we work, we work
We work, 'cause we gotta get that pay
We always leave the radio on
But they never play a song that we want played
Every once in a blue moon
We hear a good tune, making the day go zoom zoom
Thank God for the radio
You're keepin our heads bobbin' till the end of the day
[Verse 2]
Argh, another day in the office
Pour a hot coffee then I pray I can cop it
Make a couple copies for the boss that he wanted
Wanna tell him to shove 'em up his ass, if I'm being honest
But I'm not, so I hide away at my desk
Then I decide to draw a dick and balls with my pen
Spin around a couple times making sure my chair works
Plot the longest route to get some water, 'cause my head hurts
Oh, my God, it's only nine-oh-six and I'm feeling shit
And now my boss is on my back, don't wanna deal with him
Why's he gotta be dick, can't he let me live?
I just wanna turn up here and get paid for it (cha-ching)
Uh, so I get back to my desk
Slap the radio on and then I sent a request
On the text line and for the first time, man, she chose mine
What do ya know, before I knew it it was home time, it goes like
[Chorus]
We work, we work, we work
We work, 'cause we gotta get that pay
We always leave the radio on
But they never play a song that we want played
Every once in a blue moon
We hear a good tune, making the day go zoom zoom
Thank God for the radio
You're keepin our heads bobbin' till the end of the day
[Bridge]
If you wonder why we've all been
Moping around lately
You should probably take a look at
All the bullshit you've been playing
'Cause we ain't gon' work for nothing
And the boss is hardly paying
So before we're going crazy
Play that song we've all been cravin'
[Verse 3]
So we called a meeting on our lunch break to prioritise (listen up)
Where the tunes coming from? Maybe Spotify?
Maybe chuck it on the Triple J, FBi
Dave recommended his playlist, what a guy (all right)
But here's the problem, Dave, everything you wanna play
Is terrible, I can't bear it all, so I'm sorry, mate
Got his blood boiling like a kettle from the get go
Sorry, we don't want no death metal or no techno
Nah, we want some pleasant shit, summer days, PEZ and 6 (it's called "The Festival Song")
"Down by the River", BnE, or Mr Sentry
With the waitress with the apron and the bacon, better run like Hell
Boy and turn it up, so we can float away and reminisce
Heaven is hearing this...
When your days looking harder than the slaves on the pyramids
Whip crackin', stiff backin', office politickin' shit
Waitin' for that one song to make your day, well, here it is (ayy, oh shit, it's the one)
[Chorus]
We work, we work, we work
We work, 'cause we gotta get that pay
We always leave the radio on
But they never play a song that we want played
Every once in a blue moon
We hear a good tune, making the day go zoom zoom
Thank God for the radio
You're keepin our heads bobbin' till the end of the day
