Lucky bastard. I get up at 6 and I'm on the road by 8 to get to training by 9. At the latest.
I got no time for living, yes
I'm working all the time
The fuck? Seems like it, right? This line gets a big fuckin 'EY.
Seems to me, I could live my life
a lot better than I think I am
Just possibly.
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the Working Man
They call me the Working Man
I guess that's what I am.
Though thanks to this song, I don't think we working men have to guess any more.
'sI get home at 5 o'clock
You lucky fucking bastard. You see, this is why White Blues doesn't work. I'm lucky to get home by seven. And that's before errands. Which is why I never run errands. Getting your shirt dry-cleaned is pretty damned pointless if you ram into the back of a semi because you've been on the road for twelve hours and you're not allowed any Dew or Beer or DewBeer.
and I dig myself out an ice cold beer
Or Mountain Dew, but I haven't actually had one of those to drink for a month or more. For those who were worried I was "addicted" or "getting fat from drinking too much fucking soda"; fear no more.
Always seem to be wondring why there's nothing going down here
Story of my life.
Seems to me, I could live my life
a lot better than I think I am
Our philosophical dilemma, as modern man (as Working man!) is to figure out how so, and then to achieve it, fait accompli.
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the Working Man
They call me the Working Man
I guess that's what I am.
The more you repeat it, the more sense it makes.
*three minute solo*
Oh yeah, that sums up my life to a T.
[repeat verses]
It wouldn't make sense without the repitition. Think about it if you don't get it, but not too hard. It's not a Magic Eye puzzle.
