Thundamentals - Quit Your Job lyrics

My BO double S ain't nothing but a SOB
He ain't nothing but a SOB fuck a JOB
Till I'm RIP hey yo

You make me want to quit my job, but I can't
So instead I wrote this song about you
So when you hear it I hope, you understand
The whole world now knows you're a fool

You gotta go, I gotta go
Go, go, still you gotta go
You gotta go, I gotta go
Go, go, still you gotta go
You gotta go, I gotta go
Go, go, still you gotta go
You gotta go, I gotta go
Go, go, still you gotta go

Yo I couldn't give a toss
About my shitty job
Wrote a letter to my boss "Man
You really are a slob"
Definition of a dog, wishing I was gone
Kicking back with a six pack
Sitting on the lawn but, I'm not
'stead I'm here feeling overtired
'Cause, I don't get no shine for my overtime
I got no desire to be busting for the loop
You're lucky I don't hustle
For industrial dispute
For now I'm in the backroom
Puffing on a doob
While you're bludging in your office
Scuffing muffins by computs
Thinking who the fuck are you
To tell me what to do
I want to say it to your face
But, I'm afraid I'll get the boot
You're annoying as they come
And I don't give a fuck
If the toilet needs a scrub
I ain't employee of the month
Sucker, fuck a job
I might throw in the towel
Middle finger to my boss 'til
He's throwing me out

You make me want to quit my job, but I can't
So instead I wrote this song about you
So when you hear it I hope, you understand
The whole world now knows you're a fool

You gotta go, I gotta go
Go, go, still you gotta go
You gotta go, I gotta go
Go, go, still you gotta go

My BO double S ain't nothing but a SOB
He ain't nothing but a SOB fuck a JOB
Till I'm RIP hey yo

Picture me, as a little pipsqueak
With a one-way ticket to Sydney
Equipped with a CV
Pristine, super fly, with a suit and tie
Tryna be a big shot
Score a slick job, in the big smoke
Gets locked in to a shit box office
Making money for the rich folk
Feeling pretty ripped off
Was only ever meant to be a pit-stop
Now spend my days with you
Hey yo, I ain't no saint myself
You sir, got a long ways to go go to hell
Make that place your home to dwell
By the way you smell like
Ashtrays and Listerine
You act strange like Mr bean
And, probably gonna miss the point
It's a damn shame
You're the reason I dis this joint

You make me want to quit my job, but I can't
So instead I wrote this song about you
So when you hear it I hope, you understand
The whole world now knows you're a fool

You gotta go, I gotta go
Go, go, still you gotta go
You gotta go, I gotta go
Go, go, still you gotta go
You gotta go, I gotta go
Go, go, still you gotta go

Fuck a JOB, till I'm RIP hey yo
Go, go, go, go