Work hard, hard work
Work hard, hard work
Taste sweet, sweet taste
Work hard, hard work
And then never know just what it all means
This trading time, these same old deadendless scenes
And they never tell you just why it's gotta be
Stand up say hey, what about me
Work hard, hard work
Talk shop, shop talk
Day long, long day
Work hard, hard work
And then never know just what it all means
Pull on those crusty boots, those week-old dusty jeans
And they'll never tell you just why it's gotta be
Stand up say hey, what about me
Get a real job
And then never know just what it all means
This trading time, these same old deadendless scenes
And they never tell you just why it's gotta be
Stand up say hey, what about me
Those Fabulous Lum Bros. - Work Hard 2001 Lyrics
Those Fabulous Lum Bros. - Work Hard 2001 Lyrics
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Work hard, hard work
Work hard, hard work
Taste sweet, sweet taste
Work hard, hard work
And then never know just what it all means
This trading time, these same old deadendless scenes
And they never tell you just why it's gotta be
Stand up say hey, what about me
Work hard, hard work
Talk shop, shop talk
Day long, long day
Work hard, hard work
And then never know just what it all means
Pull on those crusty boots, those week-old dusty jeans
And they'll never tell you just why it's gotta be
Stand up say hey, what about me
Get a real job
And then never know just what it all means
This trading time, these same old deadendless scenes
And they never tell you just why it's gotta be
Stand up say hey, what about me
Work hard, hard work
Taste sweet, sweet taste
Work hard, hard work
And then never know just what it all means
This trading time, these same old deadendless scenes
And they never tell you just why it's gotta be
Stand up say hey, what about me
Work hard, hard work
Talk shop, shop talk
Day long, long day
Work hard, hard work
And then never know just what it all means
Pull on those crusty boots, those week-old dusty jeans
And they'll never tell you just why it's gotta be
Stand up say hey, what about me
Get a real job
And then never know just what it all means
This trading time, these same old deadendless scenes
And they never tell you just why it's gotta be
Stand up say hey, what about me
Writer: Dennis Ronan
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