Quit Your Job歌詞

Quit Your Job （掉你的工作）-Thundamentals
My B O double S ain't
Nothing but a S O B
He ain't nothing but a S O B
A J O B
Till I'm R I P
Hey yo
You make me want to quit my job but I can't
So instead I wrote this song about you
So when you hear it I hope you understand
The whole world now knows you're a fool
You gotta go I gotta go
Go go still you gotta go
You gotta go I gotta go
Go go still you gotta go
You gotta go I gotta go
Go go still you gotta go
You gotta go I gotta go
Go go still you gotta go
Yo I couldn't give a toss about my sh*tty job
Wrote a letter to my boss man you really are a slob
Definition of a dog wishing I was gone
Kicking back with a six-pack sitting on the lawn
But I'm not 'stead I'm here feeling overtired
'Cos I don't get no shine for my overtime
I got no desire to be busting for the loop
You're lucky I don't hustle for industrial dispute
For now I'm in the backroom puffing on a doob
While you're bludging
In your office scuffing muffins by computs
Thinking who the f**k are you to tell me what to do
I want to say it to your face
But I'm afraid I'll get the boot
You're annoying as they come and I don't give a f**k
If the toilet needs a scrub
I ain't employee of the month
Sucker f**k a job I might throw in the towel
Middle finger to my boss till he's throwing me out
You make me want to quit my job but I can't
So instead I wrote this song about you
Aww aww
So when you hear it I hope you understand
The whole world now knows you're a fool
Aww aww
You gotta go I gotta go
Go go still you gotta go
You gotta go I gotta go
Go go still you gotta go
My BO double S ain't
Nothing but a S O B
He ain't nothing but a S O B
J O B
Till I'm R I P hey yo
Picture me as a little pipsqueak
With a one-way ticket to Sydney
Equipped with a CV
Pristine super fly with a suit and tie
Try'na be a big shot
Score a slick job in the big smoke
Gets locked in to a sh*t box office
Making money for the rich folk
Feeling pretty ripped off
Was only ever meant to be a pit stop
Now spend my days with you
Hey yo I ain't no saint myself
You Sir got a long ways to go
Go to hell make that place your home to dwell
By the way you smell like
Ashtrays and Listerine
You act strange like Mr Bean
And probably gonna miss the point
It's a d**n shame
You're the reason I dis this joint
You make me want to quit my job but I can't
So instead I wrote this song about you
So when you hear it I hope you understand
The whole world now knows you're a fool
You gotta go I gotta go
Go go still you gotta go
You gotta go I gotta go
Go go still you gotta go
You gotta go I gotta go
Go go still you gotta go
You gotta go I gotta go
Go go still you gotta go
Go go go go go go