Paroles de Every Day Of My Life

Well, it's friday night And i'm working late I really hate this job I'm gonna miss my date I'm bound to work every day of life my life Till the day that i die. Oh, i would really like to pack my bags 'n' tell my folks goodbye. I got so much to do And yet so little time. I'd like to see the world But i ain't got no dime. I met a gal last week She is, oh, so fine If i just had some dough I would 've made her mine. 'n' my dad said: son, Don't you understand You really should be proud To serve your fatherland When i am old and grey And got lots of time I guess i would go back To that job of mine.