Mexicano, I'm working like I'm Mexicano Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this I know where I'm from and I got used to this Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah) Beat the odds, do numbers and

Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm coming home again I'm coming home again Maybe we can start again Maybe you, do you remember when? Fireworks at Lake Michigan Oh, now I'm coming home again I met this girl when I was 3 years old And what I

I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California I'll no longer be a fool I'll be digging lumps of gold Where instead of diggin' praties And when I come back home again Goodbye, Muirshin

Been a minute since I pulled up outside Work it like a stripper, yeah But you not a stripper, yeah Dog her down with ya, yeah Work that nine to five with ya, yeah Shut it down, yeah, we do that everytime Ooh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah Oh my, oh

Any old day you say, Ain't gonna fade away Early in the morning About the break of day The earlybird is working So his life don't fade away Spends his life denying that He's got no time for flying In the breeze

I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks I worked so hard for that first kiss She was killing me in that mini-skirt She had a sun tan line and red lipstick A heart don't forget something like that It

Girl put in work, girl girl put in work All that money, the money is the motive All that money, the money she be folding Girl put in work From the morning to the evening Complaints from the tenants Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant

We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these color TV's You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for

Ghosts appear and fade away Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear I can't get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I know will be alright

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