Holiday - Papas Fritas

Nine to five and I’m going out of my mind

You know what I mean

Staring down the streetlights

Watching all the uptights

Reading magazines

I’m God’s gift to myself

Guess I need some help

Nine to five and I’m going out of my mind

Take one of these -- on your holiday

I still can’t breathe, but I feel okay

I don’t want to do the things that you do

I don’t want to hang around with you

Take one of these -- on your holiday

I still can’t breathe, but I feel okay

Don’t move a muscle, just let it burn

Don’t move a muscle, there’s one thing you should learn

That money’s something I could never earn