Buck-O-Nine

Buck-O-Nine - Record Store lyrics

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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
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Language: English

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