9 to 5, all week long Now I just wanna get on
Wanna get drunk, don't want just me acting no one
Just wanna sit back, relax and let my head down
If I had head on the roof, but I don’t
It doesn't make a difference, I let one walk
Cause it's the weekend party, I’ve been sleeping
Hook up with a crew, we can do with a crew
Or two, or four, or five, or six
Starting in the breaks to the crowd, that's one of the greatest
Is that how you treat me? Possibly, no, no, possibly
Probably just a lazy artist, definitely the one with the trouble
Keep on to the break of dawn
Keep on, keep it on
Don't stop till your body's gonna drop
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Down in the one, because I've got a cold time
So will your head back tomorrow, it'll quake on big
Couple of bottles of wine
Never be guy to the guy
I can tune on to play it again, and again
That everyone's dressed with the rap lock hands of mine
Cause it's the wicked body of the sleeping
Keep on till the break of dawn
Keep on keeping on
Don’t start till your body’s gonna drop all alone
Don't start till your body’s gonna drop all alone