Doing nothing all day

(Verse 1)

Well, the sun comes up, the workday starts,

We’re all bustin’ tail, tearin’ things apart.

But where’s John? Oh, take a guess—

Sittin’ in his truck, makin’ a mess!

(Pre-Chorus)

Got a cigarette in one hand, soda in the other,

Talkin’ to his wife ‘bout his no-good brother.

Watchin’ TV like he’s on the clock,

Livin’ that "hard work" TikTok!

(Chorus)

Ohhh, John don’t work, John don’t sweat,

John just sits there gettin’ fat off the check!

Boss walks by, John’s actin’ real strong,

Sayin’, “Yep, did that!”—boy, you so wrong!

(Verse 2)

He’s got excuses stacked up ten feet high,

Can’t help today, says his back is “fried.”

But when it’s quittin’ time, wouldn’t ya know,

John’s up and dancin’ like a honky-tonk pro!

(Pre-Chorus)

Got a cigarette in one hand, soda in the other,

Braggin’ ‘bout his “hustle” like he’s undercover.

But the only thing that he’s worked all day,

Is that reclined seat and his data play!

(Chorus)

Ohhh, John don’t work, John don’t sweat,

John just sits there cashin’ them bets!

Boss walks by, John puffs up his chest,

Sayin’, “Man, I did great!”—you ain't done jack yet!

(Bridge)

One day the boss is gonna see,

John’s been ridin’ off you and me!

But ‘til that day, let’s roll our eyes,

Let John keep tellin’ his workin’ lies!

(Final Chorus - BIG & ROWDY!)

Ohhh, John don’t work, John don’t try,

John just chills while we all get fried!

Boss walks by, John says “That’s me!”

But we all know—it’s a damn fantasy!

(Outro - Spoken, with a Laugh)

"Hey John, are you lunching through your work"