Nine To Five Songtext

Ah you say I'm ungrateful for what you've done
you say "where did I go wrong,
this can't be my own son"
well it's just that I don't belong

You'd like more time for yourself -- that's fine
but you can't afford to save
and if you miss one payment and fall behind
they'll move your tombstone from your bed to your grave

Ah don't believe that money is life
your bank will stomp on your grave
and if you work til you die, you die for you work
it's yourself that you've gotta save

You sweat your guts out to get to the top
you make it, you'll be just fine
life's just a headache, but all's non-stop
retirements where you lose your spine
So you live in style in your mansion so fine
your Rolls Royce parked in the drive
but the forty-nine pill bottles form a great line
you need them if you're going to survive

Ah don't believe that money is life
your bank will stomp on your grave
and if you work til you die, you die for you work
it's yourself that you've gotta save

[Doors-like "rider on the storm" keyboard break]

You don't need millions to keep you fed
and buy a few things beside
man one million boxes but what if you're dead
I'd rather be happy and alive

Work is a means it's not the end
if you ain't happy there's nothing worse
so live more life and let yourself bend
stop saving for a ride in the hearse
yeah a ride in the hearse

No life's not easy when it's nine to five
you don't really know where to go
it's payday thoughts that keep you alive
even if you say "no"

Somehow you got yourself into a hole
and now there's no way to hope
payments on your house and on your car and on your soul
what they do -- is it all your own fault?

Ah don't believe that money is life
your bank will stomp on your grave
and if you work til you die, you die for you work
it's yourself that you've gotta save

Ah don't believe that money is life
your bank will stomp on your grave
and if you work til you die, you die for you work
it's yourself that you've gotta save