When I was younger
I had a big dream
Get myself a big buck guitar
And become a star of stage and screen
Well I kept that dream
And I carried it with me
And as I got older
Although it didn't quite quit
Life's strong winds and other such things
Eroded it bit by bit
But I kept my dream
And it was still with me
Well I've done my time and paid my dues
I got nothing else left that I can't lose
I'm gonna spend what's left the way I choose
And just arse around a bit playing the blues
I don't wanna work no more
I don't wanna work no more
I don't wanna work no more
I don't wanna work no more
Well I got too old and ugly
To be any kind of star
But dreamers it seems adapt their dreams
And there was always the guitar
So I made that my dream
And that did me
'Cause if there's one thing that I can't stand
It's when things work out the way I planned them
Good luck, bad luck run in tandem
My whole damn' life's completely random
I don't wanna work no more
I don't wanna work no more
I don't wanna work no more
I don't wanna work no more
And then the golden day came
The guitar came home
The dream cane true, nothing else to do
I guess I didn't quite think this through
But that's the thing about dreams -
They don't survive waking
But there's one thing that I have learned:
If you don't need the money you don't need to burn
When all your fancies have been earned
Just pack it all in before your head gets turned again
I don't wanna work no more
I don't wanna work no more
I don't wanna work no more
I don't wanna work no more