The Job Centre Shuffle Songtext
von Kaiser Chiefs
The Job Centre Shuffle Songtext
Oh, yeah
Think we′re thinking
We're going nowhere
Monday to Friday, then a weekend report
Life is a lesson I′m yet to be taught
Tired of impressing the boss, it's too short, and I'm bored
Oh, Monday to Friday, then a weekend report
Getting the line, but the line ends in naught
Lot on my mind, but there′s nothing to do, ′cause I'm bored
Who are you, can you use your phone?
We do the pop, then we shuffle
The money where you′ve been, yeah, the job sent a shuffle
The 7 a.m. shimmy, they fucking top my phone
Now watch your feet, just take me back to the rules that speak
I said take me back to fucking Dawson Street
Yo, come on, hey, you, what to do, what, you look so hot
Buns to press and switches to flick
Curtains to twitch and it's making me sick
P45 arrived strapped to a brick
′Cause I'm bored
I′m bored under my windows
All you get for crying is a wet face
All you get for crying is a wet, wet face, oh
All you get for crying is a wet
All you get for crying is a wet, wet face
We do the pop and the shuffle
The money where you've been, yeah, the job sent a shuffle
The 7 a.m. shimmy
And we smash the phones, smash those screens (in pyjama)
We dress masks and shoot the pot thirteen
Pot, pot, pot, pot, pot, pot, pot, pot, pot, yeah
Hey, you, what to do, what, you look so hot
Hey, you, what to do, what, you look so hot
(Ooh, ooh, I don't know) hey, you, what to do
(Ooh, ooh, I don′t know) what, you look so hot
(Ooh, ooh, I don′t know) hey, you, what to do
(Ooh, ooh, I don't know) what, you look so hot
Think we′re thinking
We're going nowhere
Monday to Friday, then a weekend report
Life is a lesson I′m yet to be taught
Tired of impressing the boss, it's too short, and I'm bored
Oh, Monday to Friday, then a weekend report
Getting the line, but the line ends in naught
Lot on my mind, but there′s nothing to do, ′cause I'm bored
Who are you, can you use your phone?
We do the pop, then we shuffle
The money where you′ve been, yeah, the job sent a shuffle
The 7 a.m. shimmy, they fucking top my phone
Now watch your feet, just take me back to the rules that speak
I said take me back to fucking Dawson Street
Yo, come on, hey, you, what to do, what, you look so hot
Buns to press and switches to flick
Curtains to twitch and it's making me sick
P45 arrived strapped to a brick
′Cause I'm bored
I′m bored under my windows
All you get for crying is a wet face
All you get for crying is a wet, wet face, oh
All you get for crying is a wet
All you get for crying is a wet, wet face
We do the pop and the shuffle
The money where you've been, yeah, the job sent a shuffle
The 7 a.m. shimmy
And we smash the phones, smash those screens (in pyjama)
We dress masks and shoot the pot thirteen
Pot, pot, pot, pot, pot, pot, pot, pot, pot, yeah
Hey, you, what to do, what, you look so hot
Hey, you, what to do, what, you look so hot
(Ooh, ooh, I don't know) hey, you, what to do
(Ooh, ooh, I don′t know) what, you look so hot
(Ooh, ooh, I don′t know) hey, you, what to do
(Ooh, ooh, I don't know) what, you look so hot
Writer(s): Hakeem Baker, Amir Amor, Nicholas Baines, Vijay Mistry, Andrew White, Simon Rix, Ricky Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com