People Are Lazy And Don’t Want To Work These Days
People Are Lazy And Don’t Want To Work These Days (Beeg, the poet dreamer)
a group of home recording musicians, recording for fun
Lyrics
I put your crap
In some Greyhound locker
Locked away, faraway
You don’t know where?
I don’t care
play ME for a sucker!
You sick?
You sick?
You call in sick?
Liar!
Now you’re fired!
I fire you
And them pest control is fired too
I pay them to kill my rats
But why they miss killing you?
People don’t want to work these days
They lazy cheats and welfare bums
Give me this, give me that
Oh and buy me some chewing gum.
So don’t think I’m taking you back, Gavin
I don’t need your load of crap,
Gavin.
I have a food business to run and I’m not here for fun
So get the hell out of my place,Gavin
If I see you on the street some day
I may punch you in your nose
And like a little girl you’ll cry and run away
I won’t even care if I have blood on my clothes.
People don’t want to work these days
They lazy cheats and welfare bums
Gimme this and gimme that
Oh and buy me some chewing gum.
