j.o.b. lyrics – kevin fowler

“j.o.b.”

eight monday mornin’ and i’m in my bed as leep
well now, no bell ring-a-linging tellin’ me it’s time to hit the street
oh, no, don’t you knock on my door, ’cause i ain’t coming
tell the boss-man i’ve quit or i’ve died or something
i’m doing all those things i’ve always said i wanted to do

i don’t want no j.o.b.
bringin’ me
down like a d*mn dog to my knees
all work and no play ain’t no way for me to live
my day’s too short, i ain’t got no time
got one life, it’s gonna be mine
livin’ wild and free, don’t want no j.o.b.

well now, the landlord’s knocking, oh, i’m in one h*ll of a mess
and i just got a letter from the folks at the i.r.s.
the bills are piled high and the gr*ss needs mowin’
think i’ll jump in my truck and just keep on goin’
find me a place where the drinks are free
and the pretty girls all love me

i don’t want no j.o.b.
bringin’ me
down like a d*mn dog to my knees
all work and no play ain’t no way for me to live
my day’s too short, i ain’t got no time
got one life, it’s gonna be mine
livin’ wild and free, don’t want no j.o.b.

seems all i ever do is work these fingers to the bone
if this is all that life can offer, i’d rather be dead and gone.

i don’t want no j.o.b.
bringin’ me
down like a d*mn dog to my knees
all work and no play ain’t no way for me to live
my day’s too short, i ain’t got no time
got one life, it’s gonna be mine
livin’ wild and free, don’t want no j.o.b.

yea now, i’m livin’ wild and free
don’t want no j.o.b.

/ kevin fowler lyrics