Always stay humble and and kind Hold the door say please say thank you Don't steal, don't cheat, and don't lie I know you got moutains to climb but When the work work you put in is realized Let yourself feel the pride but You know there's a lot that goes by the

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 hate my life Well I hate my job, all of my rich friends I hate everyone to the bitter end Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight So sick of the hobos Always beggin' for change I don't like how I gotta work work And And they just sit around and and get

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 like the way you lick your lips? Would you be offended if I showed ya How I like to work work those hips? And let you know I like what I see? Would you be offended if I touched ya? Imagine how it could be Would you be offended if I told ya Is it a rude for

We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now Here we are, don't turn away now, As a child you would wait And And watch from far away But you always knew that you'd be the one That work work while they all play In youth you'd lay

Clockwork angels, promise every prize High above the city square Globes of light float in mid-air Higher still, against the night Clockwork angels bathed in light You promise every treasure, to the foolish and and the wise Goddesses of mystery, spirits in

You gotta work work We gon' find a way Somebody's gotta do it I know the road is deep I know the journey's long So, I've got to carry on And And when I'm in too deep I need you to help me to be strong It ain't gonna happen on its own

Round are way the birds are singing Round are way the sun shines bright The paper boy is working before he goes Lying to the teacher he knows he knows He didn't and and he should've Brought his lines in yesterday Ernie bangs the sound and and the day begins The

But don't think I don't think about it Don't think I don't have regrets Don't think it don't get to me Between the work work and and the hurt and and the whiskey Don't think I don't wonder 'bout Could've been, should've been all worked out I know what I felt, and I