I'm a tellin' you woah, I'm a tellin' you I'm a tellin' you woah, I'm a tellin' you Well I got up, hmm I go to work I try real hard to do my job, But before the day is gone I find out I done something wrong, yeah I'm a tellin' you woah, I'm a tellin' I'm a tellin' you woah, I'm a tellin' you Days are gettin longer, rounda my Nights are getting shorter, rounda my Way gets darker, rounda my Work gets harder now When I get home the wife is mad Lil' girl she's feelin' bad Lil' junior he's got the blues He needs a pair of baseball shoes And I'm a tellin' you woah, I'm a tellin' I'm a tellin' you woah, I'm a tellin' you Days are gettin' longer, rounda my Nights are getting shorter, rounda my Way gets darker, rounda my Work gets harder now In everything that I try to do I'm tryin' to make this one dream come true And maybe Lord some day I'll find Satisfaction and peace of mind, yeah-eh And I'm a tellin' you woah, I'm a tellin' I'm a tellin' you woah, I'm a tellin' you Days are gettin longer, rounda my Nights are getting shorter, rounda my Way gets darker, rounda my Work gets harder now Mmm mmm woooh Mmm mmm mm woooh Mmm mmm mm woooh whoo whoo whoo