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Got up early cannot be late When the cock crowed I was wide awake My mother stopped by just to say All the children they are grown now I'm all alone Mother I'd love to sit I'd like to talk with you Till hell freezes over but my boss is on us Get workin' Work Get workin' Get workin' Work Get workin'
The foreman tells what to do He really hates me says I've ruined his mood I put a thumb tack in his shoe Watched him hop around for a week Like a bullfrog on a beach I didn't antisapate he'd investigate All the evidence points to me Now that's the end of our being mates Get workin' Work Get workin' Get workin' Work Get workin'
Get workin' workin' workin' Work work work Get workin' workin' workin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
