I'm on a sixty-five year holiday Oh sleepy day, ungrateful night Kissing the bricks in the afternoon Go go go, go dead slow So we'll never never work again No no no Never never work again No no no And if I had a hammer How little I could do And if I had a lover Likewise Oh sleepy day, ungrateful night Come with me now And we'll drink this dream away I'm gonna flood the national debt With a drinking bomb, drinking bomb Oh, it's such a hard option One foul pint of consumer based recovery Four beds to a room, and counting And we'll never never work again No no no Never never work again No no no
