She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right
She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right
Onetta there in the corner stand And she wonders where she is And it's strange to her Some people seem to have everything
Nine a.m. on the hour hand And she's waiting for the bell And she's looking real pretty Just wait for her clientele
She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right
She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right
Twenty-eight years have come and gone And she's seen a lot of tears Of the ones who come in They really seem to need her there
It's a sacrifice working day to day For little money, just tips for pay But it's worth it all Just to hear them say that they care
She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right
Already knows She's seen her bad times Already knows These are the good times
Never sell out She never will Not for a dollar bill She works hard
She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right
Hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right, alright
She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right
She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works so hard for the money So you better treat her right, alright
She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Summer Donna / Omartian Michael
She Works Hard For The Money lyrics © See This House Music, Sweet Summer Night Music
C.: d.c is at work, so I will just ask myself some mind clearing questions, like: What is the border between Eastern and Western Europe? North America has a river that separates it almost perfectly, but what if one lives in West Memphis, Arkansas, but works, shops and eats in downtown Memphis, which is in Tennessee, on the opposite side of the Mississippi River? Since his house is technically in the Western U.S,, but he spends most of his time on the east side of the Mississippi River, is he from the eastern or western U.S.? And, is Bruce/Kaitlynn Jenner’s girlfriend gay or straight? If Bruce/ Kaitlynn gets thrown in prison, will s/he go to a men’s or women’s prison? And, since s/he uses women’s restrooms (I assume) are public women’s restrooms now obligated to install a urinal? Oh, d.c is home now. I will call him (ring)
d.: Hi, Cal.E. Why are you so nattily attired? Did you get into a high stakes game of cat, cat, dog with Gary the Greyhound and then take your winnings to the horse track and hit the daily double? And then did you also hit the pick six because you have tom the Tabby under surveillance? And why are you playing a disco song in the background? Haven’t you ever seen my black T-shirt that says: “Death Before Disco”?
C.: Well, yes, to all the questions above, but that is not why I am calling…
d.: Then why ARE you calling me?
C.: Because, d.c., I was promoted at work today! I am now the pet liaison for the World-Wide Kennel Organization, or the WWK (or WWaKKO) as it is commonly known. I will be traveling the world helping implement pet workforces in other kennels! I will get to see the world and have someone else pay for it!
d.: I guess listening to Hush Lemberger and following his advice helped you, then. But are other pets want to do the “dirty work” like you did?
C.: I do NOT care. They will do as a tell them to do, or I will scratch their eyeballs out! I will work them so hard that they will earn me so many promotions and money that I can retire early!
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now
d.: Okay, Freddie, chill, dude. That’s all the time we have for today, folks. Now I must go to Horace’s house and give Cal.E. her Trazodone before she turns into her alter ego, Freddie Mercury and cannot change back!
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