Shift work, hard work, tired body
In a blue-collar shirt and a baseball cap
Union made
He's hot, sweat drops, 'round the clock
The door never locks and the noise never stops
Not all day

Working seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Shift work, tough work 
For the busy convenience store clerk
Two feet that hurt, going insane
She's mad at some lad
Drove off and didn't pay for his gas and he won't be the last 'round the clock pain

Working seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

I'm talking about a bunch of shiftwork
A big ol' pile of shiftwork

Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Well, I worked, shiftwork,
Ten years, man, I hated that work
Then I made a break with the money I saved
It took me to the beach 
To have a beer by the edge of the sea
And this 'round a clock place I drank my money away
We partied

Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

I`m talking 'bout a bunch of shiftwork
A big ol' pile of shiftwork

Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Talking 'bout a bunch of shiftwork
A big ol' pile of shiftwork

Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven