Get Workin' - Jeff Beck

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Work

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Work

Get workin'

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Work

Get workin'

Got up early cannot be late

When the cock crowed I was wide awake

My mother stopped by just to say

All the children they are grown now I’m all alone

Mother I’d love to sit I’d like to talk with you

Till hell freezes over but my boss is on us

Get workin'

Work

Get workin'

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Get workin'

The foreman tells what to do

He really hates me says I’ve ruined his mood

I put a thumb tack in his shoe

Watched him hop around for a week

Like a bullfrog on a beach

I didn’t antisapate he’d investagate

All the evidence points to me

Now that’s the end of our being mates

Get workin'

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Get workin'

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