Buck-0-nine Record Store Lyrics

Record Store Lyrics

workaholic, what it be?

heard, you're workin' eleven days a week

i used to know just where you're coming from

i used to know but with that i'm done

i got a job at a record store

i'm three days a week, no more than four

sometimes you got to take a look around

sometimes you got to slow things down

i'm looking out my bedroom window

you're looking at your office wall

i'm walking around like marlon brando

you're sitting down not walking around at all

don't what you're thinking

i don't need no overtime

working at the record store

look at me i'm doing fine

i see you're working on the weekends now

i guess mondays aren't such a shock

i spend my time just sittin' around

i listen to that old punk rock

i take my time and never hurry

you use your time as best as you can

i'm acting like billy murry

your acting like your dead in the sand