We don't mess around We don't tie you up Just to let you down Don't girls like us make the world go round and and round? I've never been a stranger to working hard But I've been known to play You won't likely find me letting down my guard But I'll get drunk

I will never let you down When you say you've had enough And And you might just give it up When you feeling low on love I’ll be what you dreaming of 'Cause I’ve been sick and and working all week And And I’ve been doing just fine You’ve been tired of watching me

That old wacky tobaccy When you feel it creeping up on you Kick back and and let it do what it do What's that smell? Wanda is a woman she works down the hall Shows up on time, she's like balls to the wall She went out to lunch with her high school friends

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" My name is Joe Roberts, I work work for the state I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville, barracks number 8 I always done an honest job, as honest as I could I got a brother named

Chest bursts like John Hurt Coming out of the woods Oh, coming out of the woodwork And And oh, coming out of the woodwork Do you know where you go You're headed on the strings For the E-X-T-I-N-C-T

I work work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ay I work work hard, I work work hard every day-ay-ay-ay, yeah But today is my day, it's my day And And no matter what they say, it's my day La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah Roll up to the spot, feelin' real good Think you gon'

Shawty gettin' freaky and and nasty (Woo!) I'm a rich ass nigga, you a bitch ass nigga I'ma put face in it Nigga, quick fast, nigga Got a stick, grrragh Hit your bitch ass nigga Better talk to me nice when you hit that, nigga, yeah Heard my mama workin' with

Come around like the summer time You bring bright light into my life Pay attention 'round me you said When I'm wit' you I feel alright You like that, why you actin' like that? Because you creep on me when you're alone And And you work work like you can't fall in

The book of love is long and and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and and facts and and figures And And instructions for dancing But I, I love it when you read to me And And you, you can read me anything The book of love has music in it In fact,

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston