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Afroman - Graveyard Shift

(Is night shift okay with you? Yes. Hey, well you got yourself a job, homey.)
Graveyard shift aint never dead. We got to work when people go to bed.
We got a tremendous work overload. The boss dont care about the dress code.
So if your hairs messed up, come on in. Nobody dont care 3 oclock in the morning.
Im fantasizin about a six four, broke as hell moppin the floor.
I dont know but I gots the hunch that its almost time for lunch.
Smokin cigarettes in the parking lot, all the homies tellin lies about the women they got.
Nobody gets offended at a racial joke. Everybodys laughin tryin to stay woke.
We takin it easy, though times are hard, pullin practical jokes on the security guard.
And if you come late, the boss wont boot ya, standin round talkin bout the future.
Dont even trip if you feel tired. Take a little nap, you wont 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 dont have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.

My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me Fro. I work at the neighborhood grocery store.
We actin crazy like a bunch of kids, playin frisbee with the trash can lids
When the bossman comes, baby, we dont run. Hes a fool like us just tryin to have fun.
Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder, play the radio just a little bit louder.
DJ playin that midnight mix. Dance contest on isle number 6.
Bumpin 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 cant beat it. If you get hungry, grab something and eat it.
Drinkin in the back with my home girl. The beers on the house from the Corporate World.
Act like a fool til the break of dawn, yellin curse words on the intercom.
Drag racin with the fork lift. Nobody cares on the graveyard shift.

Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
You dont 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 lookin out for each other.
Speak up fo ya like I know ya. If you come late, well punch the clock fo ya.
We gots no money, but we gots pride. If you car breaks down, Ill 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.
Im 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 strugglin, strivin, throbbin, and thrivin. )

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

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

Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift.
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift.
You dont 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 dont care. (Graveyard!)
Aint got no union. (Graveyard!) No respect. (Graveyard!)
Dirty uniforms. (Graveyard!) And a short paycheck. (Graveyard!)
Workin minimum wage. (Graveyard!) Everyday. (Graveyard!)
We gotta get over some kinda way.
Bucccoooc!



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