Early In The Misty Misty Morning Heading’ For Another Freeway Jam
Sleepy Eyed And Shivering’ Waking’ Up
And Wishing’ It Was Sunday I Wish It Was Sunday
On The Radio They’re Playing’ Love Songs Songs That Make Me Wanna Turn Around
Factory Gates Are Up Ahead I Wished That I Was Moment Dead
With You Right Now Back Home With You Right Now

But I Work To Make A Living And I Work Without A Break
And I Work When I Am Sleeping And I Work When I’m Awake
Yes And I’d Like To Leave The City But I Can’t Afford To Move
And I Think I’m Going Under With Them Way Down Lowdown Smokey Factory Blues

I Was Born A Lover Not A Worker Money Doesn’t Smell Like Sweet Perfume
Some Of Us Feel Out Of Place Engine Oil Upon Our Face
Believe Me You Better Believe Me

I Work To Make A Living…
But I Work To Make A Living…