How did we get from the top of the world to the bottom
of the heap?
I don't recall you mentionin' the boss is such a
creep.
We still have the ingredients to make this summer
sweet.
(Well,) I got rags instead of riched,
All this dirty dishes.
(Okay, guys, break it up.)
Chorus:
We've got to work, work, to work this out.
We'll make things right; the sun will shine.
If we work, work, there'll be no doubt.
We can still save the summer.
If we work this out.
(Dude, what have you gotten us into?)
(Come on, we can totally turn this thing arround.)
I'd rather face a seven footer straight up in the
post.
I needed Benjamins, but this ain't worth the stress.
Maybe there's a better way to fix these greasy mess.
There's a champion team a weel-oiled machine,
and we've faced tougher problems than this.
I know it's a grind, but I'm sure we can find
a way to have fun while we get this job done.
chorus:
We've got to work, work, to work this out.
Troy & Gabriella
We'll make things right; the sun will shine.
If we work, work, there'll be no doubt.
We can still save the summer.
If we work this out.
(Let's work it!)
Tell me what you want.
Tell me what you need.
A little bit of sugar,
A little bit of butter.
It's the perfect recipe.
Pay day!
It'll taste so sweet.
Pay day!
Good enough to eat.
Gonna make some motion pictures.
Hit the mall with all my sisters.
Get tickets to the Knicks and Sixers.
Kick it with the music mixers.
Buy a ride that suits my style.
Lounge around the pool a while.
Make a date with my favourite girl.
We've got it made.
Whoa!
Chorus:
We've got to work, work, to work this out.
We'll make things right; the sun will shine.
If we work, work, there'll be no doubt.
We can still save the summer.
If we work this out.
We can work this out!