Buck-o-nine - Record Store lyrics

workaholic, what it be? heard you're workin' 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 i'm three days a week, no more than four sometimes you got to take a look around sometimes you got to slow things down i'm 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 doin' fine i see you're working on the weekends now i guess monday's aren't such a shock i spend my time just sittin' 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 your acting like your dead in the sand