(No Ratings Yet)J.O What? Yeah. Some bullshit economy.
VERSE 1:
REWD ADAMS
- Oi! Come here bruv!
- First off do one I’m sleeping
- Shouldn’t you be putting your teeth in?
- Lord Jesus! Tell me why she’s always beefing, always preaching
- I ain’t getting no job today
- Slaving away for a minimum wage
- What am I? A fricking doughnut init
- If they got my CV they’d probably bin it
- So bin it, I don’t wanna talk about it
- I got a job you know all about it
- I do music mum, but ‘cause I’m not getting paid so of course you doubt it
- For God’s sake you’re worse than my friends
- Telling me it’s all gonna end
- Well I gone too far, I ain’t no star
- But if I gotta work then it’s all from my pen
CHORUS:
REWD ADAMS
- You’re clocking in and I’m singing
- Now we’re too late to start working
- Me getting a job that’s crazy
- Now we’re too late to start work
- Almost as crazy as me
- Now we’re too late to start working
- Not getting a job I’m lazy
- I may be broke but a job ain’t for me
VERSE 2:
REWD ADAMS
- Not Sainsbury’s, not Tesco’s
- Mcdnonald’s, you better let go
- ‘Cause I ain’t on pushing no trolley
- Stacking no shelves or looking no wally
- Down the job centre looking all sloppy
- A job from them?! They were trained on a potty
- They can’t even photocopy
- So how they gonna tell me what’s hot see
- So bin it, I don’t wanna talk about it
- I got a job you know all about it
- I do music bruv, but ‘cause I’m not getting paid so of course you doubt it
- For God’s sake you’re worse than my dad
- Man you must think I’ve all gone mad
- Well I gone too far
- I ain’t no star, but if I gotta work then it’s all for my pen
CHORUS:
REWD ADAMS
- You’re clocking in and I’m singing
- Now we’re too late to start working
- Me getting a job that’s crazy
- Now we’re too late to start work
- Almost as crazy as me
- Now we’re too late to start working
- Not getting a job I’m lazy
- I may be broke but a job ain’t for me
- I don’t wanna be no waiter
- And I don’t wanna be no chef
- I don’t wanna be no painter or builder for a check
- And I don’t wanna signing on
- What the hell do I want that for?
- ‘Cause I rock stages, writing pages
- I’d rather be sane and poor
- Now I don’t wanna be no waiter
- And I don’t wanna be no chef
- I don’t wanna be no painter or builder for a check
- And I ain’t gonna be clocking on
- See I’d rather be writing songs
- You can stick your job
- I ain’t no knob and I ain’t signing on, NO!
CHORUS:
REWD ADAMS
- You’re clocking in and I’m singing
- Now we’re too late to start working
- Me getting a job that’s crazy
- Now we’re too late to start work
- Almost as crazy as me
- Now we’re too late to start working
- Not getting a job I’m lazy
- I may be broke but a job ain’t for me
- x2
BOOZE BRITON SKIT
- Drinking has gotta be - our escapism ‘cause living is a lottery
- It helps the nation so get pissed for the economy
- So hurry up and pass the whiskey bruv, come on
- x2
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