I Don't Wanna Work That Hard

You've got an eye for diamonds and things that shine
 You want a slick black Jag and a cellar of wine
 I'd have to hold two jobs to keep you in my arms
 And I don't wanna work that hard
 I met your Mama and she turned up her nose
 At my dirty work boots and my co-op clothes
 Ain't gonna kiss her butt just to win her heart
 No, I don't wanna work that hard
 I don't wanna work for something
 That's only gonna add up to nothing
 Girl, I gonna miss your loving
 Knowing how sweet your kisses are
 But you're always asking me to watch your dog
 Bathe em and to feed em, take him out for a walk
 Well, he's a hundred and eighty pound Saint Bernard
 Hell, I don't wanna work that hard
 And your old boyfriend is still hanging on
 He's and ex-black belt with a jealous bone
 Don't wanna have to whop him out behind some bar
 No, I don't wanna work that hard
 I don't wanna work for something
 That's only gonna add up to nothing
 Girl, I gonna miss your loving
 Knowing how sweet your kisses are
 [Instrumental Interlude]
 I don't wanna work for something
 That's only gonna add up to nothing
 Girl, I gonna miss your loving
 Knowing how sweet your kisses are
 I'd have to hold two jobs to keep you in my arms
 Kiss your Mama's butt and your Saint Bernard's
 Whop your ex-boyfriend at some bar
 And I don't wanna work that hard
 Baby, I ain't gonna work that hard