Writers: Leo Sayer, Tom Snow & John Vastano

five days out of seven 
eight hours of every one 
I'm tryin' to buy a piece of heaven 
but I'll be gone 
before that heaven comes 

work, work, work 
who nees it? 
it's all I ever seem to do 
I'm killin' myself for a livin' 
livin' the workin' man's blues 

minute to minute 
day after day 
wherever I go it's always the same 
I work a little longer 
to make up my pay 
but when the cheque comes along 
they've taken half of it away 

all the work, work, work 
who nees it? 
all I ever seem to do 
you know I'm killin' myself for a livin' 
I should be stayin' at home with you 
city to city 
all over the world 
wherever I been to -- that's all I ever heard 

you work a little longer 
to double up on that pay 
when the taxman comes along 
they take half of it away 

work, work, work 
who nees it? 
it's all I ever seem to do 
I'm killin', killin' time for a livin' 
livin' the workin' man's blues 

yeah, it's all work! work! work! work! 
that's all it is 
killin' myself for a livin' 
like drivin' a nail straight into my hand 
I've been workin' my life away