Leo Sayer, Tom Snow & John Vastano
five days out of seven
eight hours of every one
I`m tryin` to buy a piece of heaven
but I`ll be gone
before that heaven comes
work, work, work
who nees it?
it`s all I ever seem to do
I`m killin` myself for a livin`
livin` the workin` man`s blues
minute to minute
day after day
wherever I go it`s always the same
I work a little longer
to make up my pay
but when the cheque comes along
they`ve taken half of it away
all the work, work, work
who nees it?
all I ever seem to do
you know I`m killin` myself for a livin`
I should be stayin` at home with you
city to city
all over the world
wherever I been to -- that`s all I ever heard
you work a little longer
to double up on that pay
when the taxman comes along
they take half of it away
work, work, work
who nees it?
it`s all I ever seem to do
I`m killin`, killin` time for a livin`
livin` the workin` man`s blues
yeah, it`s all work! work! work! work!
that`s all it is
killin` myself for a livin`
like drivin` a nail straight into my hand
I`ve been workin` my life away