9 Till 5
(Indisponível)
Another Monday morning, another day
Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay
(chorus)
Like working from nine till five
Making a mess of my mind
I'm filing papers, in long gray drawers
And my brain's disintegrating, what a bore
(chorus)
Well I do think civil servants and bankers are real wankers
Well the boss is knockin' me, he said come on quick
Well my temper's rising, I said you make me sick
(chorus) x2
If you don't get out of that, you need your head examined
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