It's a struggle to proceed
Just can't find the time I need
I'm too busy for the sun
It's been and gone before I'm done
It's changed from all past summers seen
No time for beer on the village green
We'd love to do what once we've done
But we've got more time for work and less for fun
Now you've got to work work work
Till your hands turn to leather
There was a time when you were young as high as a feather
Now you work work work
It's tough all year round
But it's a bummer in the summer when the party's going down
Dusty men walk dusty roads
From door to door they carry their loads
They make the deal with sweaty hands
They know they're slaves to supply and demand
The teacher grasps for more knowledge from the shelf
She barely has a second though for her self
A mother worked her fingers to the bone
She also had no time for own
Now you've got to work work work
Till your hands turn to leather
There was a time when you were young as high as a feather
Now you work work work
It's tough all year round
But it's a bummer in the summer when the party's going down
Somewhere there's a party going down
Somewhere there's a party going down
Somewhere there's a party going down
Somewhere there's a party going down