Work Song Lyrics - Get Away From Me - Nellie Mckay

Deliver the paper deliver the porn 

deliver the baker deliver the morn 

A quiverin' jibberin' shiverin' mass 

of sunshine and good times that I have to pass 

on the way to my job on the way to my work 

on the way to that slobberin' hoverin' jerk 

who's my boss today 

who's my boss to stay 

who's my supervisor when I'm in my grave 

a slave on the run still under the gun 

of Attila the Hun with a cinnamon bun 

I don't know son, was there somethin' I missed 

I don't think Fritz Lang was a fantasist 

Metropolis exists is this 

if you listen close you can hear the piss 

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(chorus) 

Every day's another loss 

need the pay so please the boss 

through the sludge they mingle by the mile 

every worker looks ahead 

ah the kiddies must be fed 

so they trudge along in single file 

joo ming boohaaooo 

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and you turn and you toil 

and you burn and you boil 

in the tourniquet coil 

of the white folks' soil 

spoilin' with a malaise worse than disses or dope 

wakin' up in a haze 

with your wishes and hopes 

and your poor little dreams 

all wrapped up in burlap 

that you carry around 

for a sniff or a snack 

or a taste in your haste 

to get right back on track 

outta whack with the pack 

but acquiring the knack 

of ignoring the rustle 

that quietly seethes 

the hustle, the buy-it 

the air that you breathe 

(chorus) 

joo ming boohaaooo