Yaya - Real Ones

I walk like I’m walking in water

When I pass through the hallway

With the eagerness of a dead man

I finish the work of the day

I’ve only been here a little while

And I’m already bored stiff

The brains of the outfit is making my plans

And I can’t get myself to quit

Oh yaya, yaya, yaya

Oh yaya, yaya, yaya

And this is how I get though my day

I go slower, slower, aha

At the end of the day I’ve done nothing

At the end of the week I’ve made the least of my long, long hours

My long hours

Whatever it is they’re trying to make

It makes no difference to me

They buy me for eight hours a day

But I try to only give them three

Acting as if I’m covered in work and my schedule is mad

Meanwhile I sit and do nothing

And they don’t even know they’ve been had

Oh yaya, yaya, yaya

Oh yaya, yaya, yaya

And this is how I get though my day

I go slower, slower, aha

At the end of the day I’ve done nothing

At the end of the week I’ve made the least of my long, long hours

My long hours

I’ve given up on the struggle

It work work anyhow

I’ve never answered the Union calls

And I doubt they’re gonna hear me now

Oh yaya, yaya, yaya

And this is how I get though my day

I go slower, slower, aha

At the end of the day I’ve done nothing

At the end of the week I’ve made the least of my long, long hours

I go slower, slower, aha

At the end of the day I’ve done nothing

At the end of the week I’ve made the least of my long, long hours

My long hours