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We’re up when the rooster crows Clock in when the whistle blows Eight hours tickin’ slow And then, tomorrow, we’ll do it all again. I’m a member of a blue collared crowd They can never, naw they can’t keep us down. If you gotta, gotta label me, Label me “Proud” I belong to the drinking class. Monday through Friday man, We bust our backs, So, if you’re one of us Raise your glass! I belong to the drinking class. We laugh, we cry, we love Go hard when the going’s tough Push back, come push and shove Knock us down, we’ll get back up again and again. I’m a member of a good timing crowd We get rowdy, we get wild and loud Letras de canciones If you gotta, gotta label me, Label me “Proud” I belong to the drinking class. Monday through Friday man, We bust our backs, So, if you’re one of us Raise your glass! I belong to the drinking class. We all know why we’re here A little fun, a little music A little whiskey, a little beer We’re gonna shake off those long week blues, Ladies, break out your dancing shoes. It don’t matter what night it is, It’s Friday, it’s Saturday, it’s Sunday I just wanna hear you say it, I just wanna hear you say it, Just sing it with me: We belong to the drinking class. Monday through Friday man, We bust our backs, So, if you’re one of us Raise your glass! We belong to the drinking class. We belong to the drinking class. Monday through Friday man, We bust our backs, So, if you’re one of us Raise your glass! We belong to the drinking class. From Letras Mania