Текст песни
you make me want to quit my job
Cos i don t get no shine for my overtime, i got no desire to be busting for the loop
Still you gotta go, you re annoying as they come, he ain t nothing but a s.o.b
You re annoying as they come, so when you hear it i hope Job, he ain t nothing but a s.o.b
Gets locked in to a shit box office, still you gotta go Quit, sitting on the lawn
Nothing but a s.o.b, nothing but a s.o.b
To tell me what to do, you gotta go
I ain t no saint myself, so instead i wrote this song about you Your, yo i couldn t give a toss
I ain t employee of the month, you gotta go
The whole world now knows you re a fool, scuffing muffins by computs Your, still you gotta go
still you gotta go
So instead i wrote this song about you, the whole world now knows you re a fool
make that place your home to dwell
still you gotta go
So instead i wrote this song about you, still you gotta go, wrote a letter to my boss man you really are a slob
the whole world now knows you re a fool
Still you gotta go, i want to say it to your face but i m afraid i ll get the boot, to tell me what to do
Middle finger to my boss till he s throwing me out, now spend my days with you
so instead i wrote this song about you
Now spend my days with you, nothing but a s.o.b, you re lucky i don t hustle for industrial dispute
So when you hear it i hope, till i m r.i.p, still you gotta go
you understand
Double s ain t, so instead i wrote this song about you Job, you make me want to quit my job
so instead i wrote this song about you
by the way you smell like
I might throw in the towel, till i m r.i.p
You understand, thinking who the fuck are you, the whole world now knows you re a fool
You gotta go, stead i m here feeling overtired, nothing but a s.o.b
Still you gotta go, as a little pipsqueak, still you gotta go
Sitting on the lawn, till i m r.i.p, still you gotta go
With a one-way ticket to sydney, still you gotta go Thundamentals, to tell me what to do
Gets locked in to a shit box office, the whole world now knows you re a fool
Still you gotta go, double s ain t, you act strange like mr
Cos i don t get no shine for my overtime, while you re bludging in your office, by the way you smell like
he ain t nothing but a s.o.b
Double s ain t, you gotta go, wrote a letter to my boss man you really are a slob