Calling In Sick

[Verse 1]
Ring ring
"Boss
It’s me again"
Voice all rough
Cup of tea in my hand
"I got fever
Think it’s thirty-nine"
Thermometer
Sittin’ on my nightstand
Today it’s cough
Tomorrow it’s flu
Last week I said
"I ate some bad stew"
"Car break down
Right on the avenue"
Whole heap a story
Only one thing true
[Chorus]
I’m callin’ in sick
Can’t make it in today
Head hurt
Back twist
Something in my DNA
Every Monday morning
Same old thing I say
I’m callin’ in sick
But really I need a break
[Verse 2]
"Wi-fi gone
Can’t work from home"
"Dog at vet
Can’t leave him alone"
"Cousin wedding
Boss
It slip my mind"
Every excuse
I can ever find
"Stuck in traffic
Since half past nine"
"Food poison
From the canteen line"
"Headache so bad
I can barely see"
Truth is
I just want
A day for me
[Chorus]
I’m callin’ in sick
Can’t make it in today
Head hurt
Back twist
Something in my DNA
Every Friday evening
Plan it from Wednesday
I’m callin’ in sick
Just to feel a little free
[Bridge]
One day the tales
Gonna catch me (oh no)
One day the boss
Gonna see through me
But right now I’m here
In the yard so sweet
Sun on my face
No shoes on my feet
[Chorus]
I’m callin’ in sick
Can’t make it in today
Head hurt
Back twist
Something in my DNA
Every workday morning
Got a new cliché
I’m callin’ in sick
Till I find a better way

Bouncy roots reggae groove, lazy lunchtime tempo; skanking guitars and deep, round bass line locked to a laid-back rimshot groove. Male vocals, playful storytelling in the verses; big singalong hook in the chorus with stacked harmonies and call-and-response ad-libs. Light organ bubbles and occasional horn stabs lift the chorus; last hook rides out with improvised ad-libs and small percussion fills., reggae