Record Store

Buck O Nine

workaholic, what it be? 
heard you're workin' eleven days a week 
i used to know just where you're coming from 
i used to know but with that i'm done 

i got a job at a record store 
i'm three days a week, no more than four 
sometimes you got to take a look around 
sometimes you got to slow things down 
i'm looking out my bedroom window 
you're looking at your office wall 
i'm walking around like marlon brando 
you're sitting down not walking at all 

don't know what you're thinking 
i don't work no overtime 
working at the record store 
look at me i'm doin' fine 

i see you're working on the weekends now 
i guess monday's aren't such a shock 
i spend my time just sittin' around 
i listen to that old punk rock 
i take my time and never hurry 
you use your time as best as you can 
i'm acting like billy murry 
your acting like your dead in the sand
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