All work & no play
Makes Jack a dull chap
When it comes to the crunch
It s too much I have got to stop
No pain & no gain it s driving me insane
I d like to be somewhere else
Like to be all by myself
Like to be down at the beach
Relaxing at the sugar shack
Hot dogs coffee black
Coca cola kicking back
I am just a wild & crazy guy
But I m tearing at the seams
Before you can say Jack Robinson
I will be seeing you in my dreams
She has on a blanket with a book
In the shade, white suit
Happy hour at the bar
And I m jamming with some friends
We are up to the same tricks
Drinking cocktails getting our kicks
Later on by the pool
Looking good ah, be cool
Theres no craic double back
Moving on down the track
Moving on down the line
Got to chill out in style
Got to ease my troubled mind
Thinking just might be a crime
All work & no play
Makes Jack a dull chap
When it comes to the crunch
It is too much I have got to stop
No pain no gain it is all going
Down the drain
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