The Working Day - Marcel

Hey Joe, whatcha doin' over there?

You’re sittin' on a porch with a broken down stare

You got a flag blowin' in the air

You worked a 12 hour day, now it’s time to get away

So you go downtown for a T-Bone steak

And ya sit back and watch the Yankees play

Well, his back’s got a kink, so he orders a drink

And he heads off to the bathroom sink

And he washed his hands to the farmer tan

And he looked in the mirror and said,"Man to Man."

Chorus:

Hey buddy, you’re built like a rock

You work around the clock

That’s the American Way

Blue jeans and a blue collar

Chasing the hard dollar

You can’t complain

The only way that you’re gonna get paid

It’s what we call the working day

Now there’s no down what Joe’s all about

He’s a hard-working man who sleeps on a couch

And he ain’t afraid to pour his heart out

Well, there’s fireflies and pool-hall bars

There’s a broken down car in his overgrown front yard

He’s about a block of Nolensville Boulevard

He’s got bruised up hands and oil on his pants

It’s been a while since he’s had a romance

It’s about time that the man get’s a break

'Cause his only time off is church on Sunday

Chorus:

Hey buddy, you’re built like a rock

You work around the clock

That’s the American Way

Blue jeans and a blue collar

Chasing the hard dollar

You can’t complain

The only way that you’re gonna get paid

It’s what we call the working day

Hey, hey, hey, hey another working day

Hey, hey, hey, hey that’s the American way

Hey, hey, hey, hey working hard everyday

Nine to five or eight to eight

Chorus:

Hey buddy, you’re built like a rock

You work around the clock

That’s the American Way

Blue jeans and a blue collar

Chasing the hard dollar

You can’t complain

The only way that you’re gonna get paid

It’s what we call the working day

Yeah, the only way that you’re gonna get paid

It’s what we call the working day

The working day