9 to 5, all week long Now I just wanna get on

Wanna get drunk, don't want just me acting no one

Just wanna sit back, relax and let my head down

If I had head on the roof, but I don’t

It doesn't make a difference, I let one walk

Cause it's the weekend party, I’ve been sleeping

Hook up with a crew, we can do with a crew

Or two, or four, or five, or six

Starting in the breaks to the crowd, that's one of the greatest

Is that how you treat me? Possibly, no, no, possibly

Probably just a lazy artist, definitely the one with the trouble

Keep on to the break of dawn

Keep on, keep it on

Don't stop till your body's gonna drop

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Down in the one, because I've got a cold time

So will your head back tomorrow, it'll quake on big

Couple of bottles of wine

Never be guy to the guy

I can tune on to play it again, and again

That everyone's dressed with the rap lock hands of mine

Cause it's the wicked body of the sleeping

Keep on till the break of dawn

Keep on keeping on

Don’t start till your body’s gonna drop all alone

Don't start till your body’s gonna drop all alone