5 days of the week i wake up from my sleep before the sunrise and rub my bleary eyes just the job for the summer i tell myself but it s a bummer in the shower turn it on after that then i m gone jog to my car i really don t have that far driving down the road i never see a soul the sun is just coming up drink up coffee from my cup just to keep myself awake boy do i need a break get to work at 5 past 8 i sit and wait my boss is late the movement of the minute hand my boss is there with big requests hope my dreamin can t be true there s so much i have to do on my feet time to begin ask myself just what i m in while i m working my mind is drifting far away where work is missing easy life without a care click 3 times but i m not there look at the dial against my will time just seems to stand still i wish i could fly away find myself a better day what i wouldn t do to be unemployed rich and free someday i will wait and see not a thing to worry me no more out late at night waking up before the light party s out pretty right is my picture painted right what i wouldn t do to be unemployed rich and free someday i will wait and see not a thing to worry me no more out late at night waking up before the light party s out pretty right is my picture painted right taking a breath to clear my head killing myself to make some bread can t believe the job they have ready to turn right where i stand just when i m about to quit had enough and over it time for lunch i need a break not much more that i can take goodbye to work i must go so that i could have some dough boost myself through the heat ready to drop and take a seat boss is yelling he doesn t pay for me to sit and waste away just when i m about to quit day is over i m over it