Lyrics

Workin? Late

Gimme one more cuppa coffee
Keep my eyelids open wide
If I sit down in that chair
And I fall asleep I?ve died
Cause I need the extra money
To make my girl my bride
But I hope that she still loves me
When she finds my brain?s been fried

CHORUS
Workin? late
Ain?t it great
Pays first rate
But I think I just slept through my date

Now the late shift has its bennies
Cause the bosses they are few
And they?re usually so tired
They can?t even hassle you
And the pay is somewhat better
Though not near what we are due
Still its hard to sleep all day
And not wake up feelin? blue

Repeat chorus

Well eleven comes to seven
And my body?s still right here
Now if this had been a party
We?d?ve just run outta beer
When I started workin? midnights
All my reasons seemed so clear
But If I had my druthers
I?d be anyplace but here

Repeat chorus