(Van Morrison)

 All work and no play
 Makes Jack a dull chap
 When [bad word] to the [bad word]  It s too much I've got to stop
 No pain and no gain it s driving me insane

 I d like to be somewhere else
 Like to be all by myself
 Like to be down at the beach
 Relaxing at the sugar shack
 Hot dogs coffee black
 Coca cola kicking back

 I'm just a wild and crazy guy
 But I m tearing at the seams
 Before you can say Jack Robinson
 I'll be seeing you in my dreams
 She's on a blanket with a book
 In the shade, white suit

 Happy hour at the bar
 And I m jamming with some friends
 We're up to the same tricks
 Drinking [bad word] getting our kicks
 Later on by the pool
 Looking good ah, be cool

 There's no craic double back
 Moving on down the track
 Moving on down the line
 Got to chill out in style
 Got to ease my troubled mind
 Thinking just might be a crime

 All work and no play
 Makes Jack a dull chap
 When [bad word] to the [bad word]  It's too much I've got to stop
 No pain no gain it's all going
 Down the drain