Lyrics

My alarm clock, he ain't working But that don't really mind 'Cos he ain't no friend of mine He kept waking me up, all the time, saying Beep, Beep, Beep! Get on your feet You've got to get a job 'Cos you're in too deep Oh no! Oh no! Well I don't like doing things That other folks tell me to do So I hit him with a hammer And now he's quite subdued And when I wake up in the morning He don't even make a sound And my life ain't slipping away 'Cos his hands don't turn around Beep, Beep, Beep! Get on your feet You've got to get a job 'Cos you're in too deep Oh no! Oh no! And I ain't ever been so happy As what I am right now And people misunderstand me 'Cos when I was made Some joker put my smile on Upside down... Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!
Writer(s): Matthew Benjamin Wheeler, Tom Michael Gorbutt, Henry Benjamin Clark, Charles John Waller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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