Praise Be - Hooverphonic

Praise be to the working man

I used to be a scientist working in a lab

Creating all my viruses, creating them real fast

67 Nobel prizes, really in my prime

Until one day my rats they said

«Hey boy you’ve got time»

I’ve got time

I’m fed up with these rats

I’m starting up a movement with a bunch of killer cats

«He's got time

He’s out every night

Starting out with drinking and always ending up in fights»

No lazy days were ever meant for me

Praise be to the working man

Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, Buddha

Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, Buddha

I’ve got time

«You've got time»

And so I went to Asia

And so I went and ran

Hiding from the notorious law and looking for some sun

I was chasing that old dragon

Got hooked on Chinese wine

Thought Greyhound was my middle name

And in Chao-Min I did time

And boy, there I really had some time

No lazy days were ever meant for me

Praise be to the working man

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh

No not meant for me

Praise be to the working man