Quit Your Job

Quit Your Job （掉你的工作）-Thundamentals

My B O double S ain't

Nothing but a S O B

He ain't nothing but a S O B

A J O B

Till I'm R I P

Hey yo

You make me want to quit my job but I can't

So instead I wrote this song about you

So when you hear it I hope you understand

The whole world now knows you're a fool

You gotta go I gotta go

Go go still you gotta go

You gotta go I gotta go

Go go still you gotta go

You gotta go I gotta go

Go go still you gotta go

You gotta go I gotta go

Go go still you gotta go

Yo I couldn't give a toss about my sh*tty job

Wrote a letter to my boss man you really are a slob

Definition of a dog wishing I was gone

Kicking back with a six-pack sitting on the lawn

But I'm not 'stead I'm here feeling overtired

'Cos I don't get no shine for my overtime

I got no desire to be busting for the loop

You're lucky I don't hustle for industrial dispute

For now I'm in the backroom puffing on a doob

While you're bludging

In your office scuffing muffins by computs

Thinking who the f**k are you to tell me what to do

I want to say it to your face

But I'm afraid I'll get the boot

You're annoying as they come and I don't give a f**k

If the toilet needs a scrub

I ain't employee of the month

Sucker f**k a job I might throw in the towel

Middle finger to my boss till he's throwing me out

You make me want to quit my job but I can't

So instead I wrote this song about you

Aww aww

So when you hear it I hope you understand

The whole world now knows you're a fool

Aww aww

You gotta go I gotta go

Go go still you gotta go

You gotta go I gotta go

Go go still you gotta go

My BO double S ain't

Nothing but a S O B

He ain't nothing but a S O B

J O B

Till I'm R I P hey yo

Picture me as a little pipsqueak

With a one-way ticket to Sydney

Equipped with a CV

Pristine super fly with a suit and tie

Try'na be a big shot

Score a slick job in the big smoke

Gets locked in to a sh*t box office

Making money for the rich folk

Feeling pretty ripped off

Was only ever meant to be a pit stop

Now spend my days with you

Hey yo I ain't no saint myself

You Sir got a long ways to go

Go to hell make that place your home to dwell

By the way you smell like

Ashtrays and Listerine

You act strange like Mr Bean

And probably gonna miss the point

It's a d**n shame

You're the reason I dis this joint

You make me want to quit my job but I can't

So instead I wrote this song about you

So when you hear it I hope you understand

The whole world now knows you're a fool

You gotta go I gotta go

Go go still you gotta go

You gotta go I gotta go

Go go still you gotta go

You gotta go I gotta go

Go go still you gotta go

You gotta go I gotta go

Go go still you gotta go

Go go go go go go