I don't want to work

I want to bang on the drum all day

I don't want to play

I just want to bang on the drum all day



Ever since I was a tiny boy

I don't want no candy

I don't need no toy

I took a stick and an old coffee can

I bang on that thing 'til I got

Blisters on my hand because



When I get older they think I'm a fool

The teacher told me I should stay after school

She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands

But my licks was so hot

I made the teacher wanna dance

And that's why



Listen to this

Every day when I get home from work

I feel so frustrated

The boss is a jerk

And I get my sticks and go out to the shed

And I pound on that drum like it was the boss's head

Because



I can bang that drum

Hey, you wanna take a bang at it?

I can do this all day