Quit Your Job Letra

Fuck 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 shitty 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
Cause 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 budging in your office, scuffing muffins by computs
Thinking, 'who the fuck 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 fuck
If the toilet needs a scrub, I ain't employee of the month
Sucker, fuck 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
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

My B.O. double S. A.
Nothing but a S.O.B
He ain't nothing but a S.O.B
Fuck a 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
Trying to be a big shot, score a slick job, in the big smoke
Gets locked in to a shit 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 damn 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

My B.O. double S. A.
Nothing but a S.O.B
He ain't nothing but a S.O.B
Fuck a J.O.B
Till I'm R.I.P
Hey yo!
Fuck a J.O.B, till I'm R.I.P
Hey yo!