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Eight Monday mornin? and I? m in my bed as leep

Well now, no be ll ring-a-linging tellin? me i t? s time

To hit the st reet

Oh, no, don? t you kn ock on my door, ?cause I ain? t

Coming

Tell the bo ss-man I? ve quit or I? ve di ed or something

I? m do ing all those things I? ve always said I wanted

To d o

I don’t want no J.O.B

Bringin' me

Down like a damn dog to my knees

All w ork and no play a in? t no way for me to live

My day’s too short, I ain? t g ot no time

G ot one life, it? s gonna be mine

Livin? w ild and free, don? t w ant no J.O. B

Well now, the la ndlord? s knocking, o h, I? m in one hell

Of a me ss

And I j ust got a letter from the fo lks at the I.R. S

The bi lls are piled high and the gr ass needs mowin?

Think I? ll ju mp in my truck and just ke ep on goin?

F ind me a place where the drinks are free

And the pr etty girls all love me

Seems a ll I ever do is work these fin gers to the bone

If th is is all that life can offer, I? d ra ther be dead

And gone

Y ea now, I? m livin? wild and free

Don? t w ant no J.O. B

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