Buck-o-nine - Calling In Sick lyrics

I'm calling in sick I'm calling in sick This is mike and I'm calling in sick My leg got hurt got hit by a brick This is mike and I'm calling in sick I spent four years in the USMC I learned how to fight, I learned how to drink And when I got a real job I couldn't believe So every Monday morning This is what you'll here from me I've never had a job more than minimum wage I've never worked an 8 hour day And if my boss says, son you gotta work late As quick as I could say it this is what you'd here me say Its 9:15 and I'm late again I think I'll finish that fifth of gin Then I'll call my boss and I'll tell him again I'll tell him that I'm not coming in