Intro Riff: C F C F C F C

[Verse]
C                            F         C
Another day, another dollar -- literally.
                           G
Another year, will I wallow eternally?
    C
My back is fine; they broke my spirit.
F                  Dm
Type this. Boy, I hate to hear it.
      C            F
I’d spit, and I’d sob.
     G                 C
Oh, lord, I hate this job!

C F C F C F C

[Verse]
C                           F         C
Your car threw the rod, sir, definitely.
                         G
It’s off to the junkyard, permanently.
C
My mind sputters.  Then I stutter.
F                    Dm
One phone rings and then another.
    C          F
My boss has a Saab.
     G                 C
Oh, lord, I hate this job!

[Bridge]
F
Monday, Tuesday,Wednesday, Thursday,
C
Friday, it’s a drag.
F
Saturday, Sunday, hoping some way,
G
I’ll find something that’s my bag.

[Verse]
C                             F           C
Another year at the salt mine, figuratively.
                            G
Another year in a long line, historically.
C
It’s so daily.  Some go gaily.
F                 Dm
Acting like it’s Barnum-Bailey.
    C                F
I don’t.  My head throbs.
     G                 C
Oh, lord, I hate this job!


[Bridge]
F
Monday, Tuesday,Wednesday, Thursday,
C
Friday, it’s a drag.
F
Saturday, Sunday, hoping some way,
G
I’ll find something that’s my bag.

[Verse]
C                          F       C
Each night on the news cast recently.
                              G
They talk about a problem, the economy.
C
Unemployment: more folks join it.
F           Dm
I have existential torment.
   C            F
I feel like a slob.
      G                C
Oh, lord, I hate this job!
    C           F
I feel like a slob.
     G               C
At least I've got a job!