Buck-o-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 at all 







don't know what you're thinking 



i don't work no overtime 



working at the record store 



look at me i'm doin' fine 







i see you're working on the weekends now 



i guess monday's 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