Record Store Lyrics - Buck-o-nine

Workaholic, what it be? 

Heard you're working eleven days a week 

I used to know just where you're coming from 

I used to know but with that I'm done 

I got a job at a record store 

Three days a week, no more than four 

Sometimes you got to take a look around 

Sometimes you got to slow things down 

Looking out my bedroom window 

You're looking at your office wall 

I'm walking around like Marlon Brando 

You're sitting down, not walking at all 

Don't know what you're thinking 

I don't work no overtime 

Working at the record store 

Look at me, I'm doing fine 

Yeah, I'm doing fine 

I see you're working on the weekends now 

I guess, Mondays aren't such a shock 

I spend my time just sitting around 

I listen to that old punk rock 

I take my time and never hurry 

You use your time as best as you can 

I'm acting like Billy Murry 

You're acting like your dead in the sand 

Don't know what you're thinking 

I don't work no overtime 

Working at the record store 

Look at me, I'm doing fine, yeah 

Got a job at a record store 

Three days a week, no more than four 

Sometimes you got to take a look around 

Sometimes you got to slow things down 

Looking out my bedroom window 

You're looking at your office wall 

I'm walking around like Marlon Brando 

You're sitting down, not walking at all 

Don't know what you're thinking 

Don't work no overtime 

Working at the record store 

Look at me, I'm doing fine 

I said, don't know what you're thinking 

I don't work no overtime 

Working at the record store 

Look at me, I'm doing fine 

Don't know what you're thinking 

Don't work no overtime 

I'm working at the record store 

Look at me, I'm doing fine 

I said, don't know what you're thinking 

Don't work no overtime 

I'm working at the record store 

Look at me, I'm doing fine 

Working at the, I'm working at the 

I'm working at the record store, yeah 

Working at the, working at the 

I'm working at the record store, yeah