He's in love with rock'n'roll, woah He's in love with gettin' stoned, woah He's in love with Janie Jones, woah He don't like his boring job, no And he knows what he like to do He knows he's gonna have fun with you You lucky lady And he knows when the

Prices are high now darlin', and all the good jobs are gone Sorry to say, baby, things ain't what they used to be Times is hard, baby and the hustle is really on Times is hard, baby, the hustle is really on Better get yourself a job now, baby, I'm tired

Na na na na na na Na na na na na na (give it to 'em) I have no choice but to win, cause I Absolutely can't lose no way Gettin' money ain't nothin' left to say Get on your job with me, get on your job with me Ready for tomorrow if it ain't too late Cause

Hard for me to keep decent clothes to wear. Lay awake at night Oh so low Ive been troubled Cant keep a job I'm laid off and having double trouble Hey, Hey, you can make it if you try Baby, that's no lie Living in generations of millionaires Laugh at me

Anyway, I can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and I'm tired now. Anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is gone and I'm tired now. But don't be scared, I found a good job and I go to work every day on my old

But roll around heaven all day Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do Up in the mornin', out on a job Work like the devil for my pay While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do Fussed with my woman Toil for my kids Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray

Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none He came home too drunk from mixin'Tanqueray and wine He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call'm Johnny 99 Down in the part of

So everybody just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me Guess who's back, guess who's back? Now this looks like a job for me I said, this looks like a job for me Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside,

São as águas de março fechando o verão É a promessa de vida no teu coração É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã É o pau, é a pedra, é o fim do caminho É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol É a noite, é a

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 And they just sit around and get