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You're just a no accountYou never will amount to nothin' at allWhen there is work to do and someone yells for youYou don't hear them callThe Good Lord set aside his SundaysFor folks to restMore that one day's rest is wrongYou start restin' Sunday and rest so hardYou're tired the whole week longYou're just a no accountYou never will amount to nothin' at allI just can't figure how each time you milk the cowThe tit gets so smallWe got machines to do your work for youBut you won't press the button on the wallYou're just a no accountYou never will amount to nothin' at allYou're just a no accountYou never will amount to nothin' at allI just can't figure how each time you milk the cowThe tit gets so smallWe got machines to do your work for youBut you won't press the button on the wallYou're just a no accountYou never will amount to nothin' at all Aus Songtexte Mania