We got workers, we got slackers,
Quiet, silent types and jaw-flappers.
And we got new rookies, and old survivors,
And, uh, let's see “Maybelline wearin’, boring meeting holding, constant nagging,
make rules they don’t follow, ass-kissin, back-stabbin,
ask-for-a-favor-and-then-screw-you-over”
Supervisors…
And the highlight of the day’s when we get robbed
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. I hate this job.

We got a day safe, we got night-drops,
You oughtta hear ‘em whine when the work stops.
And it ain’t pretty, when checks are bouncing
From a…guy who’s name it's hard pronouncing.
And the FBI says he works with the mob
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. I hate this job.

I hate this job. I’m stuck in this place.
Just watchin' two-bit hustlers pass fake bills
Puts a big frown on my face.
It’s run by slobs. Fat, lazy blobs
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. I hate this job.

I like short days. I leave early
Try to keep me late, I get surly
We got workloads…and delegation
Which is…just a fancy word for masturbation.
‘Cause you might as well just yank your boss’s knob
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. I hate this job.

spoken: “Guys, if we could all just work together, I’m sure we could make this day go by a lot quicker. Now, what that means is I’m going to give you all the actual work to do, and I’ll be in the office coordinating your efforts. Does that make sense? Great! Glad to have you on the team!”

I don’t like fish. (I don’t like fish.)
I dislike hurricanes.
I get annoyed at dental visits,
I dread that tax time’s round the bend.
But you know what?

I HATE this job. It’s such a disgrace
If I could get away from all the law
I’d take a flamethrower to this place.
Guess I should stop…’fore they call the cops
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. I hate this job.

Damn, damn, damn…give me the want ads!
I hate this job.