12639 |
Seems like I was doing something close to nothing, but different than the day before. |
Prince, |
Raspberry Beret |
12640 |
She said, I'll show you how to have fax in the mailroom, honey. |
Aerosmith, |
Love In An Elevator |
12641 |
Some factory, now that's no place to waste your youth. I worked there for a week once, I luckily got the boot. |
The Clash, |
All The Young Punks |
12642 |
Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more. |
Johnny Paycheck, |
Take This Job And Shove It |
12643 |
The boss comes in to see what fragile things his dull and pointless tongue can tear. |
Jewel, |
Life's A Great Big Mystery Show |
12644 |
The first to come and the last to go, working for that minimum wage. |
Jackson Browne, |
The Load-Out |
12645 |
The Lord gave man an arm of iron. But with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck, someone else'll do the blinkin' work. |
My Fair Lady, |
With A Little Bit O' Luck |
12646 |
The men at the factory are old and cunning. You don't owe nothing, so boy get running. |
The Clash, |
The Clampdown |
12647 |
The owner is a mental midget with the IQ of a fence post. |
Tom Waits, |
The Piano Has Been Drinking |
12648 |
The rich get richer, the poor get the picture. |
Midnight Oil, |
Read About It |
12649 |
The strength of his will was the tool of his trade. |
Gordon Lightfoot; Phil Ochs, |
Don't Beat Me Down |
12650 |
The wino and I know the pain of back bustin'. |
Jimmy Buffett, |
The Wino And I Know |
12651 |
The world expects a man to buckle down and shovel shit. |
Queen, |
Son And Daughter |
12652 |
There's no hall of fame for that working class hero, no statue carved out of stone. And his greatest reward is the love of a woman and his children. |
Alan Jackson, |
Working Class Hero |
12653 |
There's room at the top they are telling you still, but first you must learn how to smile as you kill. |
John Lennon, |
Working Class Hero |
12654 |
They let you dream just to watch them shatter, you're just a step on the boss man's ladder. |
Dolly Parton, |
Nine To Five |
12655 |
They said, congratulations you got what it takes. They sent him back to the rat race without any brakes. |
Bob Dylan, |
Clean Cut Kid |
12656 |
They's making it worse, the labor movement got the mafia curse. |
Frank Zappa, |
Stick Together |
12657 |
Third box car, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine. Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues. |
Roger Miller, |
King Of The Road |
12658 |
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, fritter and waste the hour in an off hand way. |
Pink Floyd, |
Time |