Work

God knows how I go and take it so hard
Why he left driving in his crystal clear car
The age of sinatra still exists in some bars
I’ve been working with my hand so far

I work, I work, I work, I work
For you, for you, for you, for you
I work, I work, I work
If you work too, for you, for you, for you

Gold card, platinum card, plastic card too
I don’t really give a damn ‘bout you
I keep all my earnings in a box marked shoes
I’ll drywall heaven ‘fore I give you proof

I work, I work, I work, I work
For you, for you, for you, for you
I work, I work, I work
If you work too, for you, for you, for you
I work, I work, I work, I work
For you, for you

Once more, that I will say to you
It’s a good work, it’s true
Once one, that I will say to you
And it’s a good work, it’s true
One more, that I will say to you
It’s a good work, it’s true
One more, that I will say to you
And it’s a good work, it’s true