(Is night shift okay with you? Yes. Hey, well you
got yourself a job, homey.) Graveyard shift
ain't never dead. We got to work when people go
to bed. We got a tremendous work overload. The
boss don't care about the dress code. So if your
hair's messed up, come on in. Nobody don't
care 3 o'clock in the morning. I'm
fantasizin' about a six four, broke as hell
moppin' the floor. I don't know but I gots the
hunch that it's almost time for lunch. Smokin'
cigarettes in the parking lot, all the homies
tellin' lies about the women they got. Nobody
gets offended at a racial joke. Everybody's
laughin' tryin' to stay woke. We takin' it
easy, though times are hard, pullin' practical
jokes on the security guard. And if you come late,
the boss won't boot ya, standin' 'round
talkin' 'bout the future. Don't even trip if
you feel tired. Take a little nap, you won't get
fired. Drink a little beer, smoke you a spliff,
nobody cares on the graveyard shift.
Buc-wuci-wuci-wooci-woo.
Buc-buc-buc-buci-buccooocc!
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!) You
don't have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.
My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me 'Fro. I
work at the neighborhood grocery store. We
actin' crazy like a bunch of kids, playin'
frisbee with the trash can lids When the bossman
comes, baby, we don't run. He's a fool like us
just tryin' to have fun. Graveyard shift is a
little bit prouder, play the radio just a little
bit louder. DJ playin' that midnight mix. Dance
contest on isle number 6. Bumpin' that old
school 2-short rhyme. Got the homeboys in a Soul
Train line. You wanna act crazy, go ahead and be
wild. If you wanna rap, go ahead and freestyle.
Graveyard shift, you just can't beat it. If you
get hungry, grab something and eat it. Drinkin'
in the back with my home girl. The beer's on the
house from the Corporate World. Act like a fool
'til the break of dawn, yellin' curse words on
the intercom. Drag racin' with the fork lift.
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Nobody cares on the graveyard shift.
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!) You
don't have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.
(Break it down, fellas.) I never would work on
daytime. Graveyard shift is my play time. Daytime
jobs are flaky. Daytime jobs are shaky. Like Jello
Gelatin, so I work graveyard shift like a
skeleton. An afro-classic is what I am. I drive to
work without a traffic jam. Everybody on the
graveyard is like my brother, always lookin' out
for each other. Speak up fo' ya like I know ya.
If you come late, we'll punch the clock fo'
ya. We gots no money, but we gots pride. If you
car breaks down, I'll give you a ride. Cause the
Corporate World is oh, so cold to the people at
the bottom of the totem pole. Divided we fall,
together we stand. What you need? Get it from the
Afroman. I'm not a thief, but I got the hook up
for the bar-b-que ribs you wanna cook up. And if
you need somebody to get drunk with, call the
homeboys from the graveyard shift. (Dedicated to
all the blue collar workers strugglin',
strivin', throbbin', and thrivin'. )
Paaaaaaaaarty! (If the boss lookin' for me...)On
the graveyard shift. (...I'll be in my car
asleep.) Paaaaaaaaarty! (Hey, so watch my back.)
On the graveyard shift. (Hey, cuz, tap on the
window of something.) You don't have to slave
too hard, on the Graveyard.
Happiness is hard to find. Happiness is a state of
mind. It can't be found in fame or wealth,
it's found real deep inside yourself. Brothers,
stop singin' the blues, throw parties and
bar-b-ques. Don't destroy your life, enjoy your
life. Play with your kids and make love to your
wife. Drink a little beer, don't smoke no crack,
have a good time before Christ comes back. Keep
your head high, keep your back stiff. I'll see
you Sunday night for the graveyard shift.
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift.
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. You don't
have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.
(Hey, check this out loco.) No dental plan.
(Graveyard!) No medicare. (Graveyard!) Said, no
vacation. (Graveyard!) The Man don't care.
(Graveyard!) Ain't got no union. (Graveyard!) No
respect. (Graveyard!) Dirty uniforms. (Graveyard!)
And a short paycheck. (Graveyard!) Workin'
minimum wage. (Graveyard!) Everyday. (Graveyard!)
We gotta get over some kinda way. Bucccoooc! |