Sweatin' every day now, tryna make a buck Workin' my fingers down to the bone Tellin' my boss where to get off S'like tryna squeeze blood from a stone So cut me a piece of the American Pie Everyday around noon When the clock strikes one My backs to the sun Someone pours salt in the wound Waiting for the night Yeah we're waiting for the night to fall 'Cause the night time is the right time And we're waiting for the night to fall Well it's all in a day's work Everybody says Don't bite the hand that feeds ya Take the bitter with the sweet The bull by the horn Don't lead me out to pasture Well someone's gotta say it And I'm proud to be the one We're just looking for a good time And you know what they say Overworked and underpaid There's got to be a better way. Waiting for the night Yeah we're waiting for the night to fall 'Cause the night time is the right time And we're waiting for the night to fall There's a better way Than workin' everyday When the tax man comes And takes it all away We can make it work And we can make it pay We're waiting for the night to fall Workin' our lives away. So cut me a slice of the American Pie Everyday around noon When the clock strikes one My backs to the sun Someone pours salt in the wound Waiting for the night Yeah we're waiting for the night to fall 'Cause the night time is the right time And we're waiting for the night to fall Now work it! Now we can make it work And we can make it pay We're waiting for the night to fall Workin' our lives away. We can make it work And we can make it pay We're waiting for the night to fall Workin' our lives away. Woah! Waiting for the night!