I got the dole, it's multiplyin', and I'm losin' control
Cause the money you're supplyin', it's electrifyin'
You better shape up, cause I need a job,
and my heart is set on that one
You better shape up, you better understand,
to my degree I must be true
No job left, no job left for me to do
Chorus:
That's the job that I want
(that's the job I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The job that I want (that's the job that I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The job that I want (that is the job that I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The job that I need (the job I need),
oh yes indeed (yes indeed)
If you're filled with attention to detail,
You're too shy to convey
Meditate to the dole office, feel your way
I better shape up,
cause you need a job
I need a job,
That can keep me in luxury items
I better shape up, if I'm gonna prove
You better prove, that my fate is justified
Are you sure?
Yes I'm sure down deep inside
[chorus repeats out]
Just gimme a fuckin' job yEO!!!! :D
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