12559 |
Drank a lot of take home pay. |
Billy Joel, |
Keeping The Faith |
12560 |
Drinking helps us to forget what we are, we leave the office and walk straight to the bar. |
The Kinks, |
When Work Is Over |
12561 |
End up blowing all of his wages for the week, all for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek. |
The Kinks, |
Come Dancing |
12562 |
Every day when I get home from work, I feel so frustrated, my boss is a jerk. |
Todd Rundgren, |
Bang The Drum All Day |
12563 |
Every so called meeting with his so called superior is a humiliating kick in the crotch. |
The Police, |
Synchronicity II |
12564 |
Every time I call my baby and ask to get a date, my boss says, no dice son, you gotta work late. |
Eddie Cochran, |
Summertime Blues |
12565 |
Everybody says he's lazy, but not when he's kissing me. |
The Cookies, |
Don't Say Nothing Bad About My Baby |
12566 |
For every minute I have to work, I need a minute of play. |
Autograph, |
Turn Up The Radio |
12567 |
For everyone who works behind the scenes with a spirit you can't replace with no machine. |
Alabama, |
40 Hour Week |
12568 |
Get back to work and sweat some more, the sun will sink and we'll get out the door. It's no good for man to work in cages, hits the town, he drinks his wages. |
The Clash, |
The Magnificent Seven |
12569 |
Give me a job, give me security, give me a chance to survive. I'm just a poor soul in the unemployment line, my god, I'm hardly alive. |
Styx, |
Blue Collar Man |
12570 |
Good guys, bad guys, which is which, the white collar worker or the digger in the ditch? And who's to say who's the better man, when I've always done the best that I can. |
Standells, |
Sometimes Good Guys Don't Wear White |
12571 |
Gotta punch in the clock, too scared to punch your boss. |
Dead Kennedys, |
Well Paid Scientist |
12572 |
Hanging around, nothing to do but frown, rainy days and Mondays always get me down. |
The Carpenters, |
Rainy Days And Mondays |
12573 |
Hard working people stopping for a drink on the way to work. |
Neil Young, |
Ordinary People |
12574 |
He hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime. He asks you with a grin, if you're having a good time. |
Bob Dylan, |
Maggies Farm |
12575 |
He was good in business, but there was business left to do. He never said he loved me, guess he thought I knew. |
Reba McEntire, |
The Greatest Man I Never Knew |
12576 |
Her profession's her religion, her sin is lifelessness. |
Bob Dylan, |
Desolation Row |
12577 |
Here take this nickel, make a dime. |
REM, |
Auctioneer |
12578 |
Hey sister, you're just moving too fast, you're screwing up the quota. |
Patti Smith, |
Piss Factory |