Marcel - The Working Day Lyrics
Hey Joe, whatcha doin' over there?You're sittin' on a porch with a broken down stareYou got a flag blowin' in the airYou worked a 12 hour day, now it's time to get awaySo you go downtown for a T-Bone steakAnd ya sit back and watch the Yankees playWell, his back's got a kink, so he orders a drinkAnd he heads off to the bathroom sinkAnd he washed his hands to the farmer tanAnd he looked in the mirror and said,"Man to Man."Chorus:Hey buddy, you're built like a rockYou work around the clockThat's the American WayBlue jeans and a blue collarChasing the hard dollarYou can't complainThe only way that you're gonna get paidIt's what we call the working dayNow there's no down what Joe's all aboutHe's a hard-working man who sleeps on a couchAnd he ain't afraid to pour his heart outWell, there's fireflies and pool-hall barsThere's a broken down car in his overgrown front yardHe's about a block of Nolensville BoulevardHe's got bruised up hands and oil on his pantsIt's been a while since he's had a romanceIt's about time that the man get's a break'Cause his only time off is church on SundayChorus:Hey buddy, you're built like a rockYou work around the clockThat's the American WayBlue jeans and a blue collarChasing the hard dollarYou can't complainThe only way that you're gonna get paidIt's what we call the working dayHey, hey, hey, hey another working dayHey, hey, hey, hey that's the American wayHey, hey, hey, hey working hard everydayNine to five or eight to eightChorus:Hey buddy, you're built like a rockYou work around the clockThat's the American WayBlue jeans and a blue collarChasing the hard dollarYou can't complainThe only way that you're gonna get paidIt's what we call the working dayYeah, the only way that you're gonna get paidIt's what we call the working dayThe working day
