I had a dream
I had a dream last night
It was jolly
It was amazing
But then, I woke up
My fucking work
I don't want to go fucking work
I hate my job, I hate my boss
What the fuck, man?
Going la, la, la on a Sunday morning
Gotta go to work, but that shit is boring
Going la, la, la on a Sunday morning
But we gotta make the money anyway
Yes, we gotta work, every hour, every minute
No days off, but we drinking our spirit
My job kinda sucks, yeah, I gotta admit it
But nobody want to work for a boss
Thinking about quitting your job?
Don't hesitate, do it right now
Met zoveel stemmen in m'n hoofd die de dokter niet gelooft
Heb gesprekken met mezelf, maar ook met m'n psycholoog
Wat een ramp, een hongersnood, op een dag gaan we toch dood
Moët gaan chillen en ontspannen, wil naar Spanje met m'n bro
Maar tot die dag, dan blijven we toch dromen
Over al die dromen die nog na die dromen komen
En al dat komen en weer gaan, daar is toch echt geen flikker aan
Maar ook weet ik: Je zal vergaan, maar al mijn werk, dat blijft bestaan
Going la, la, la on a Sunday morning
Gotta go to work, but that shit is boring
Going la, la, la on a Sunday morning
But we gotta make the money anyway
I gotta make the money for my children and my wife
Work, work, work, work, work, I love my life
From the nine to the five, from the five to the nine
Wanna take money from the bank, not a life
I want the money, cash flow, want the euro, want the dollar
Want the currency exchange, hier, zo in my pocket
But the people like us, oh man, we gotta work
I be working on the Sunday, I be working in the church
That's what we call party
Hundred percent guaranteed party hierzo
Welcome to the Netherlands, my friend
We go crazy party, loco
What's going on?
We gaan helemaal mesjogge
