The Working Day Lyrics - Singles - Marcel

Hey Joe, whatcha doin' over there? 

You're sittin' on a porch with a broken down stare 

You got a flag blowin' in the air 

You worked a 12 hour day, now it's time to get away 

So you go downtown for a T-Bone steak 

And ya sit back and watch the Yankees play 

Well, his back's got a kink, so he orders a drink 

And he heads off to the bathroom sink 

And he washed his hands to the farmer tan 

And he looked in the mirror and said,"Man to Man." 

Chorus: 

Hey buddy, you're built like a rock 

You work around the clock 

That's the American Way 

Blue jeans and a blue collar 

Chasing the hard dollar 

You can't complain 

The only way that you're gonna get paid 

It's what we call the working day 

Now there's no down what Joe's all about 

He's a hard-working man who sleeps on a couch 

And he ain't afraid to pour his heart out 

Well, there's fireflies and pool-hall bars 

There's a broken down car in his overgrown front yard 

He's about a block of Nolensville Boulevard 

He's got bruised up hands and oil on his pants 

It's been a while since he's had a romance 

It's about time that the man get's a break 

'Cause his only time off is church on Sunday 

Chorus: 

Hey buddy, you're built like a rock 

You work around the clock 

That's the American Way 

Blue jeans and a blue collar 

Chasing the hard dollar 

You can't complain 

The only way that you're gonna get paid 

It's what we call the working day 

Hey, hey, hey, hey another working day 

Hey, hey, hey, hey that's the American way 

Hey, hey, hey, hey working hard everyday 

Nine to five or eight to eight 

Chorus: 

Hey buddy, you're built like a rock 

You work around the clock 

That's the American Way 

Blue jeans and a blue collar 

Chasing the hard dollar 

You can't complain 

The only way that you're gonna get paid 

It's what we call the working day 

Yeah, the only way that you're gonna get paid 

It's what we call the working day 

The working day