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.