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Lyrics for Graveyard Shift by Afroman



(Is night shift okay with you? Yes. Hey, well you got yourself a job, homey.)
Graveyard shift ainít never dead. We got to work when people go to bed.
We got a tremendous work overload. The boss donít care about the dress code.
So if your hairís messed up, come on in. Nobody donít care 3 oíclock in the morning.
Iím fantasiziní about a six four, broke as hell moppiní the floor.
I donít know but I gots the hunch that itís almost time for lunch.
Smokiní cigarettes in the parking lot, all the homies telliní lies about the women they got.
Nobody gets offended at a racial joke. Everybodyís laughiní tryiní to stay woke.
We takiní it easy, though times are hard, pulliní practical jokes on the security guard.
And if you come late, the boss wonít boot ya, standiní Ďround talkiní Ďbout the future.
Donít even trip if you feel tired. Take a little nap, you wonít get fired.
Drink a little beer, smoke you a spliff, nobody cares on the graveyard shift.
Buc-wuci-wuci-wooci-woo. Buc-buc-buc-buci-buccooocc!

Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
You donít have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.

My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me ĎFro. I work at the neighborhood grocery store.
We actiní crazy like a bunch of kids, playiní frisbee with the trash can lids
When the bossman comes, baby, we donít run. Heís a fool like us just tryiní to have fun.
Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder, play the radio just a little bit louder.
DJ playiní that midnight mix. Dance contest on isle number 6.
Bumpiní that old school 2-short rhyme. Got the homeboys in a Soul Train line.
You wanna act crazy, go ahead and be wild. If you wanna rap, go ahead and freestyle.
Graveyard shift, you just canít beat it. If you get hungry, grab something and eat it.
Drinkiní in the back with my home girl. The beerís on the house from the Corporate World.
Act like a fool Ďtil the break of dawn, yelliní curse words on the intercom.
Drag raciní with the fork lift. Nobody cares on the graveyard shift.

Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
You donít have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.

(Break it down, fellas.)
I never would work on daytime. Graveyard shift is my play time.
Daytime jobs are flaky. Daytime jobs are shaky.
Like Jello Gelatin, so I work graveyard shift like a skeleton.
An afro-classic is what I am. I drive to work without a traffic jam.
Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother, always lookiní out for each other.
Speak up foí ya like I know ya. If you come late, weíll punch the clock foí ya.
We gots no money, but we gots pride. If you car breaks down, Iíll give you a ride.
Cause the Corporate World is oh, so cold to the people at the bottom of the totem pole.
Divided we fall, together we stand. What you need? Get it from the Afroman.
Iím not a thief, but I got the hook up for the bar-b-que ribs you wanna cook up.
And if you need somebody to get drunk with, call the homeboys from the graveyard shift.
(Dedicated to all the blue collar workers struggliní, striviní, throbbiní, and thriviní.)

Paaaaaaaaarty! (If the boss lookiní for meÖ)On the graveyard shift. (ÖIíll be in my car asleep.)
Paaaaaaaaarty! (Hey, so watch my back.) On the graveyard shift.
(Hey, cuz, tap on the window of something.)
You donít have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.

Happiness is hard to find. Happiness is a state of mind.
It canít be found in fame or wealth, itís found real deep inside yourself.
Brothers, stop singiní the blues, throw parties and bar-b-ques.
Donít destroy your life, enjoy your life. Play with your kids and make love to your wife.
Drink a little beer, donít smoke no crack, have a good time before Christ comes back.
Keep your head high, keep your back stiff. Iíll see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift.

Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift.
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift.
You donít have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.

(Hey, check this out loco.)
No dental plan. (Graveyard!) No medicare. (Graveyard!)
Said, no vacation. (Graveyard!) The Man donít care. (Graveyard!)
Ainít got no union. (Graveyard!) No respect. (Graveyard!)
Dirty uniforms. (Graveyard!) And a short paycheck. (Graveyard!)
Workiní minimum wage. (Graveyard!) Everyday. (Graveyard!)
We gotta get over some kinda way.
Bucccoooc!


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