Work! Work! Work! That's all I do.
To make ends meet. With a buck or two.
Gas prices up. I'll catch a ride.
My cloths are holie. I'll patch and hide.
Bills are piling up to the sky.!
Uncle Sam needs a piece of the pie.
Robbing Peter to pay Paul.
Juggling figures big and small.
The kids are yelling for the newest toy.
Buying her flowers. Mom gleems with joy.
Changing a diaper, or errecting steel.
These hands of mine obey my will.
Food on the table. All bills are paid.
Putting aside the plans I made.
Dreaming the Browns will catch the ball.
And before I die, they will win it all!
Hit the snooze as time slips by.
And snuggle up to the reason why.
I'll work today and then tomorrow.
And maybe even have to borrow.
But I thank the dear Lord above.
To me this work, is a Labor of Love.

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