Oh how I'd love it girl, just you and me 
Take the day and fly 
But oh this job, it's got the best of me 
Tell you why, tell you why 

Somebody above is in a desperate state 
Some kind of urgency, the kind that won't wait 
I say tomorrow, he say today 
And the man in my head well he tell me no way 
Keep working 
I got eight little fingers and only two thumbs 
Will you leave me in peace while I get the work done 
Can't you see I'm working 
Oh, oh I'm working on it 
Oh, oh I'm working on it 

Well [bad word] from above me 
And [bad word] from below 
Yea they're in there right behind me 
Everywhere that I go 
And my buddy, he's screaming down the telephone line 
He say gimme, gimme, gimme 
I say I ain't got the time 
Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it 
Oh, oh I'm working on it 
Yea, yea, oh tell 'em 

How I'd love it girl, just you and me 
Take the day and fly 
But oh, this job it's got the best of me 
Tell you why 

Well [bad word] from above me 
And [bad word] from below 
Yea they're in there right behind me 
Everywhere that I go 
My buddy, he's screaming down the telephone line 
He say gimme, gimme, gimme 
I say I ain't got the time 
Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it 
Oh, oh I'm working on it 
Oh, oh I'm working 
Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it