Cud - Profession lyrics

I won't work nine-to-five That's my profession It's not the way I want to live my life That's my lesson And being friends with you's just too much work for me When I see a hippy I just want to beat him up When I was younger than a herd of cross-collateralization It's the word the boss will say when he don't want to pay And when I hear it now I get a queasy sensation I won't work nine-to-five That's my profession It's not the way I want to live my life That's my lesson And being friends with you's too much work for me You want me to save money to buy Paris lips Silky slips and filter tips But I don't want to earn an honest day, It's just a heavy trip We've even tired of this I won't work nine-to-five I don't do nine-to-five And being friends with you's too much hard work for me I don't mean to diss work But I won't do your piece work I don't mean to diss work But I won't do your piece work I make registration, just to tempt the fates Guarantees that your mother hates me And I'll keep it up 'Cos nothing grates like piece work Or hourly rates I won't work nine-to-five That's my profession It's not the way I want to live my life That's my lesson And being friends with you's too much work for me I don't mean to diss work But I won't do your piece work I don't mean to diss work But I won't do your piece work