Work

Writers: leo sayer, tom snow & john vastano



Five days out of seven

Eight hours of every one

I'm tryin' to buy a piece of heaven

But i'll be gone

Before that heaven comes



Work, work, work

Who nees it?

It's all i ever seem to do

I'm killin' myself for a livin'

Livin' the workin' man's blues



Minute to minute

Day after day

Wherever i go it's always the same

I work a little longer

To make up my pay

But when the cheque comes along

They've taken half of it away



All the work, work, work

Who nees it?

All i ever seem to do

You know i'm killin' myself for a livin'

I should be stayin' at home with you

City to city

All over the world

Wherever i been to -- that's all i ever heard



You work a little longer

To double up on that pay

When the taxman comes along

They take half of it away



Work, work, work

Who nees it?

It's all i ever seem to do

I'm killin', killin' time for a livin'

Livin' the workin' man's blues



Yeah, it's all work! work! work! work!

That's all it is

Killin' myself for a livin'

Like drivin' a nail straight into my hand

I've been workin' my life away


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