[Verse 1]
I never knew what I wanted to pursue as a kid
Finishing Year 12, the world looked bigger than it ever did before
It's embedded in my forehead
I wasn't ready to be set off on this walk yet
Out on the doorstep, fragile as a war vet
Force fed every single page in the employment section
Only direction: my rap
And I don't mean wrap like the back of a McDonald's, doing your burgers
And I don't mean wrap like Iraqi women under them burkas
No purpose in life
Was only good at sport and drinking like Boonie on a flight
Back from UK, a new day, new dollar
Refused to follow every other blue collar
Just wanted to break the mould
Like Maradona, all hands on to reach my goal
But the keyhole was filled with gum
What was to come for the kid with the silver tongue?
I had to run for a better day
But in order to do that, spun shit on my resumé
Was the sole inventor of Lemonade
Taught yoga at Jenny Craig
And Yoda how to levitate
And it still didn't generate shit
Unemployed and already ready to quit
Oooooh!
[Hook]
I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for a jerk
Shirt, suit, tie!
I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for the rest of my life
Woah!
I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for a jerk
Shirt, suit, tie!
I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for the rest of my life
[Verse 2]
Arrive five minutes late and they're on my back
Trying to give me the axe like a lumberjack
You're lucky that I'm in, not gonna begin to sweat it
'Cause if I'm paid the minimum, the minimum you're getting
(Too right) In bed, never ready for my alarm
(Oh, shit) Forgot I'm not a farmer
It's too early, hit snooze, about thirty
Times before I get up, it's like waking the dead up
Need the cheddar, fed up being a broke-arse
Feel I'm on the wrong track like a go-kart
In Formula 1, you can call it a hunch
But I don't think I'll last here more than a month
(Hey, why's that?) Lunch is the quickest part of the day
And that half an hour isn't even part of my pay
I need to hide a file in a cake, I need to break free
I'm a slave to the wage every week
I don't wanna work!
[Hook]
I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for a jerk
Shirt, suit, tie!
I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for the rest of my life
Woah!
I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for a jerk
Shirt, suit, tie!
I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for the rest of my life
[Verse 3]
Thinking like a businessman with his cut backs
You'd think he was Edward Scissorhands
And he subtract the heart, the soul
Replace it with the dark, the cold
And the robotic parts that hold him together
Never mattered for the girls to get their foot in
Ladies, it's not what you put in, it's more what you put out
And if you're good at your job, it's an extra
Nothing sell better than sex does
No Texas tea break, a cheap skate
No paid holidays, or sick leave, or days off (Whaat?)
If you take 'em, you're laid off
Like being a slave to Adolf
I don't wanna work!
[Outro]
We work, we earn, we die
A slave, their nine-to-five
We work while watching a clock
We work 'til our hearts will stop
We work, we earn, we die
A slave, their nine-to-five
We work while watching a clock
We work 'til our hearts will stop
I don't wanna work
