I don't mind working, 'cause I used to be jerking off most of my time in bars
I've been a cabbie and a stock clerk and a soda-fountain jock-jerk
And a manic mechanic on cars
It's nice work if you can get it, now who the hell said it?
I got money to spend on my gal
But the work never stops, and I'll be busting my chops
Working for Joe and Sal

And I can't wait to get off work and see my baby
She said she'd leave the porch light on for me
I'm disheveled and I'm disdainful and I'm distracted and it's painful
But this job sweeping up here is gainfully employing me tonight

Well Tom, do this and Tom, do that, and Tom, don't do that
Count the cash, clean the oven, dump the trash
Oh your loving is a rare and a copacetic gift
And I'm a moonlight watch manic, it's hard to be romantic
Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine
Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine

I can't wait to get off work and see my baby
She'll be waiting up with a magazine for me
Clean the bathrooms and clean 'em good, oh your loving I wish you would
Come down here and sweep a-me off my feet, this broom'll have to be my baby
If I hurry, I just might get off before the dawn's early light