I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
Ever since I was a tiny boy
I don't want no candy, I don't need no toy
I took a stick and an old coffee can
I bang on that thing 'til I got blisters on my hand
Because
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day (yes, I do)
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day (that's right)
When I get older they think I'm a fool
The teacher told me I should stay after school
She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands
But my licks was so hot
I made the teacher wanna dance
And that's why
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day (hey, why not?)
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day (listen to this)
Every day when I get home from work
I feel so frustrated, the boss is a jerk
And I get my sticks and go out to the shed
And I pound on that drum like it was the boss's head, because I...
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day (hey, hey)
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day (I can bang that drum)
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day (hey, you wanna take a bang at it?)
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day (I can do this all day)
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Todd Rundgren
Bang the Drum All Day lyrics © Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
TTT. This is some good eating. I’m glad that Cal.E. invited us to help her and T eat these rodents on Yetta Nather’s Cruise Liner., but it looks like we have some competition, boys. Eat up before these Kennel Kitties get what we’re entitled to.
C.: Tom, I need your help. T jumped overboard, and the ship’s crew doesn’t seem to want to help me.
TTT.: Isn’t that their job?
C.: I would think so, but they just seem to want to play on their musical instruments and eat the food that the guests are supposed to be eating.
TTT.: Well, T.’s tough kittie. I’m sure that he’ll be okay, Cal.E. I must get back to eatin’ sose those kennel kitties don’t get what I’s entitled ta.
C.: so, you like these A.I. Rodents?
TTT.:Thye’s a little tough, be me an’ my boys likes’em jus’ fine.
C.:oh, dear. I don’t know where my husband, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken is, and no one is trying to help me find him.
My best human friend, d.c. scot
is coming to help, as soon as he calls his private investigatory friend,
takes a nap, studies, works out, writes for two hours and takes a shower, but I’m afraid that will be too late. Poor T hasn’t swum in so long that I’m afraid that he’ll drown, but I’m not worried enough to jump in ad try to find him myself. I might not find him, and I don’t know which way he swam when he jumped in the water.
d.: Tune in tomorrow, folks, and find out if my P.I. friend and I will get to the ship before it disembarks, and if we can find T, right here on Cal.E.’s Korner.
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