[Verse 1]

Johnny works the grave shift

Got him feeling like shit

Hopes this isn’t long-term, but he’s got to make that music

All this spilling drinks has got him missing white teeth

Between you and me, he’s been drinking too much lately

He’s a real go-getter

Pray he doesn't grow bitter

‘Cause it might all take longer if you avoid the gold and glitter

So for now he’s a bartender, at times a babysitter

Clench your fist, bite the bullet

Time to prove you’re not a quitter

[Chorus]

Cocaine, overtime, we’re never done

Working the grave shift, we barely see the sun

Although she means well, don’t listen to your mum

Keep your eyes on the road when you run

Broke as fuck, but we’re still having fun

Dad lost control of his youngest son

Take your time with it before you jump the gun

Keep it positive, you must, at any cost

[Verse 2]

Mikey can’t afford rent

Regrets the amount he spent

All in one weekend

Yes, on a girl—well, he’s a gent

Now she doesn't even reply to his texts

But he pretends not to care, so on to the next

And Timmy’s girl fucked off

He’d never been in love

Couldn't take her to dinner although he’s working two jobs

But her patience was running thin

Damn, his year was rather rough

Hope he keeps it together ‘cause he’s probably better off

[Chorus]

Cocaine, overtime, we’re never done

Working the grave shift, we barely see the sun

Although she means well, don’t listen to your mum

Keep your eyes on the road when you run

Broke as fuck, but we’re still having fun

Dad lost control of his youngest son

Take your time with it before you jump the gun

Keep it positive, you must, at any cost

[Bridge]

Fuck champagne taste, we got lemonade money

I look like Pooh Bear and I’m coming for your honey

Fuck champagne, we got lemonade money

I look like Pooh Bear and I’m coming for your honey

Fuck champagne, we got lemonade money

I look like Pooh Bear and I’m coming for your honey

Fuck champagne taste, we got lemonade money

I look like Pooh Bear and I’m coming for your honey

[Chorus]

Cocaine, overtime, we’re never done

Working the grave shift, we barely see the sun

Although she means well, don’t listen to your mum

Keep your eyes on the road when you run

Broke as fuck, but we’re still having fun

Dad lost control of his youngest son

Take your time with it before you jump the gun

Keep it positive, you must, at any cost

[Outro]

Fuck champagne taste, we got lemonade money

I look like Pooh Bear and I’m coming for your honey

Fuck champagne, we got lemonade money

I look Pooh Bear and I’m coming for your honey