Song Description

Tired of the grind.

Lyrics

Working late every night
Trying to make a good life
I'm busting my tail to get a head
cooking dinner making beds
folding laundry till I'm dead
I just end up with a migraine instead
so I call up Mary Jo and I tell her it's time to go
well I've had just about all I can stand
Ohh, it's time to rock this old town
forget our burdons, lay em down
lets go out and be

The talk of the town
yea, yea yea yea
the talk of the town
ohhh, my my

Well get all dressed up
put our dancing shoes on
well shine like those dimonds once did
well turn every eye, well raise hell one more time
and well act like were single again
well come home right a dawn and well sleep all day long
and tomorrow well probably be

Chorus

Well some times it just seems like it's all a bad dream
you work, you grow old and then you die
and too many times I've lost track in my life
And that fun just gets left behind
so Ill do my best to deal with this stress
until the next time I break down
then I'll call all my friends and well meet up once again
and you know well probably be

Chorus