| Work |
| Writers: 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 |