I finally got a job
My dad said I should be happy
I'm on minimum wages I'm bored to tears
I'm not a happy chappy
I stand there all day long
Sorting the frozen chips
Picking out the ones that don't look right
Removing the unwanted bits
I do a ten hour shift
My head is in disarray
I go home eat my tea
Have a shower watch tv
It's the same routine every day
By the time I get my wages
There's more going out than coming in
I hate my job I feel like a complete knob
I think I'm gonna pack it in
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