Not even a wicked man can serve Nothing inna Babylon nah work Watch the inequity have to get up and splurt Rome catch a fire cause deh Vatican thirst Nothing inna Babylon caan work Things get lock off and them a dead fi pure thirst Yow, desolation to the

Put away your distrust and your grudge Words without work is not enough What does it worth, without love? And everyday you make a pull, the journey get rough What is this world without love? And everyday you make a try the journey get tough A just this

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

Let's go, let's go, come on baby keep on doing what you're doing Now let me see that booty work, booty work, booty boo boo booty work Booty work, booty work, boo boo boo boo booty work Go ahead, (left cheek, right side, double cheek, do it) Left cheek,

You know you fit the position From the first time I saw you Say she waan the work Girl let me see your application Make me employ you Let me see your application Let me employ you Ya, oh oh oh Ey no no no, oh woah

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends 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

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

Working my money 'til I get gold Monday-Friday mornin' When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again 'Cause I can't get enough One hundred percent, yeah, pure grindin' Cause I can't get enough Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The

Across the world I've seen People and places Could be the same But with a different name. And boy, I've got the Birmingham Blues. Working on the road across this great big world I've been rolling like a stone, I never get back home Yes, I've been

Where I come from It's cornbread and chicken Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin' And workin' hard to get to heaven 'Cause where I come from Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin' Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears 'Round that