[Intro]
[Hectic office sounds, phone ringing, transitioning into a driving 90s pop beat]
[Verse 1]
In today’s world, there’s no time for you,
As soon as you start, someone interrupts too.
Just got going, then I hear the call:
“Dinner is ready!” – echoing through the hall.
Finished my meal, but the schedule’s tight,
Walk the dog, then back into the night.
Back to the job, no break in my sight,
Midday is over? This can’t be right!
[Chorus]
Work, Work, Work – running here and there,
No peace in sight, it’s a heavy snare.
Even on the toilet, I hear them shout:
“Where are you?” – what’s that all about?
Work, Work, Work – end of shift? Oh no!
Dishes are waiting, I’ve got miles to go.
YouTube on my mind, but I can’t focus yet,
Hunger is calling, the only thing I get.
Gaming or TV? Just a moment to see,
Back to bed soon – no rest for me.
Just only Work, Work, Work – where’s my privacy?
Everyone’s getting in the way of me.
[Verse 2]
Barely at home, I should cook a meal,
But I’m so tired, that’s just how I feel.
No motivation, just frustration inside,
Gotta eat something, nowhere to hide.
YouTube or gaming? Everything’s stalled,
No time left today, the pillow has called.
Bed is waiting, my eyes start to close,
Maybe tomorrow – heaven only knows.
[Instrumental Hook]
[Energetic 90s synthesizer hook, danceable and driving]
[Chorus]
Work, Work, Work – running here and there,
No peace in sight, it’s a heavy snare.
Even on the toilet, I hear them shout:
“Where are you?” – what’s that all about?
Work, Work, Work – end of shift? Oh no!
Dishes are waiting, I’ve got miles to go.
YouTube on my mind, but I can’t focus yet,
Hunger is calling, the only thing I get.
Gaming or TV? Just a moment to see,
Back to bed soon – no rest for me.
Just only Work, Work, Work – where’s my privacy?
Everyone’s getting in the way of me.
[Bridge]
Everyone wants less work, more pay,
But money doesn’t grow on trees that way.
More free time, no stress, just peace and quiet,
No one to bother with their daily riot.
No consideration, they just take your time,
Stealing your freedom – it should be a crime.
Then all the forms, mail back and forth,
Bureaucracy’s weight from south to the north.
Just busy work, papers to sign,
A world without folders would be divine.
[Chorus]
Work, Work, Work – running here and there,
No peace in sight, it’s a heavy snare.
Even on the toilet, I hear them shout:
“Where are you?” – what’s that all about?
Work, Work, Work – end of shift? Oh no!
Dishes are waiting, I’ve got miles to go.
YouTube on my mind, but I can’t focus yet,
Hunger is calling, the only thing I get.
Gaming or TV? Just a moment to see,
Back to bed soon – no rest for me.
Just only Work, Work, Work – where’s my privacy?
Everyone’s getting in the way of me.
[Outro]
One day the future will finally be here,
More leisure time, no more doubt or fear.
Living much healthier, friends by our side,
Doing the things that we’ve pushed aside.
Work! Work! Work! Work! – Pamm Pamm Pamm!
Work! Work! Work! Work!
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