My momma called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on They said I wouldn't be nothing I dreamed it all ever since I was young Now they always say, "congratulations" (uh) Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh) They

Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get back, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh,

As far as I'm concerned So wipe that dirty smile off We won't be making up I've cried my heart out And now I've had enough of love Who wants to be right as rain 'Cause when hard work don't pay off And I'm tired there ain't no room in my bed It's better

All those memories Didn't cost us anything All the shiny cars, perfect yards Chasin' store bought dreams We work so hard to have it all When all the things we want are free Magnavox in the living room CBS and NBC

La la la la Won't you tell me Somebody tell me Give you money Doo doo doo Why I work so hard for you? All to give you money

Call me old fashioned Call me out of touch for having faith in the way it was I believe in making my money the hard way so I work for it And every job I do I do with pride I believe in keeping a promise that I make you've got my word on it When I shake

It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do Will make me feel alright So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when

I've been down so long You know down don't bother me And cast 'em in the deep blue sea I work hard every day I come straight home at night I'm gonna cast all my worries And take 'em to the deep blue sea Gonna take all my troubles And no matter how hard I

Surprise surprise, surprise surprise You're much better looking when you're in disguise And this revolution has been brought to you by Oh you upper class daughters, and working class sons It's hard to save a dollar the way the world runs Those who seek

'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings We wear our boots to church So rough around the edges It's hard to believe that girls like you Love guys like me I wear a greasy ball cap I like my shirt