Lyrics:
keep on wanting more and more, more of it
So I tumble
So I fall, to get
Tilted, I'm tilting into a better me
Tilted, swing and shift towards my tendency
Alarm clock, ding-dong, pants up, boots on
Coffee, cigarette, blue-collar breakfast
Hard hat, fork lift, dragging through a swing shift
Stacking
Milkman, keep those bottles quiet
Can't use that jive on my milk diet
So milkman, keep those bottles quiet
Been jumpin' on the swing shift, all
everything is satisfactory.
I'm on the swing shift at the big factory.
Oooh, I keep cuttin', I just keep struttin'
'cause up is where I'm goin'.
I'm goin' up!
Milkman keep those bottles quiet
Can't use that jive on my milk diet
So milkman keep those bottles quiet
Been jumpin' on the swing shift, all
Milkman keep those bottles quiet
Can't use that jive on my milk diet
So milkman keep those bottles quiet
Been jumpin' on the swing shift, all
Milkman, keep those bottles quiet
Can't use that jive on my milk diet
So milkman, keep those bottles quiet
Been jumpin' on the swing shift, all
Well, I'm a jitterbug boy, by the shoe-shine
Resting on my laurels and my hardys too
Life of Riley on a swing shift, gears follow my drift
Once
New York City years ago
Tourists in the rain
Singin' on the swing shift
For pennies
Thinkin' 'bout the bayou
Cajun river song
It almost got my head
to the thing
You were reaching for
Swing the groove 'round here
Where I can reach it
When I get my ass back on track
I'm gonna need it
Swing shift til I
Milkman keep those bottles quiet
Can't use that jive on my milk diet
So milkman keep those bottles quiet
Been jumpin' on the swing shift, all
Milkman, keep those bottles quiet
Can't use that jive on my milk diet
So milkman, keep those bottles quiet
Been jumpin' on the swing shift, all
these chromosomes hell
Still these guns blaze on a ten hour swing shift
Who I had thoroughly wanted to rip shit
Grab the rags and towels
things
That be messin' with me
That don't mean people 'round here be stressing me
Bragging about making 12 dollars an hour
Working swing shift with yo baby
Bad bad, bad combination
Bad bad, bad combination
Bad bad, bad combination
Bad bad, bad combination
Long conversations via telephone
Mood swings shift
at work i got swing shift
Single dad to 3 and added 2 to the roster
Its hard to chase the dream when i gotta be a father
All out of my pockets no sort
When you were my Woody Hayes
I was Art Schlichter
Getting wasted in Reynoldsburg
Follow the leader
I work swing shift at the King Kwik man
Maybe
somebody kill you
Lets make you someone today
Leaf Shit
Thats Syke shit
Ride my wave get seasick
My shooters on extreme shit
I use to work the swing shift
earn all my bands, don’t take it as a gift
I sift you from the pack make sure you got a grip
24/7 not doing swing shifts
I bet you never thought you cuff
if I decide too late?
What if I decide in time but can't wait?
Escalator, elevator
Equator, dictator
Facelift, swing shift
Let's flip to see who gets
with no help
niggas praying I don't exist
Snow days with the swing shift
I was really wild in Accra with em boys yeah we risked shit
Cutlass give you
to come by
Say well, merry well
Have a nice ride
Have a nice ride
Swing shift
Can of corn
Light me aglow
Your eyes for him
You knew I'd see
It had to be
of the straight edger's knife
Now, I've got AIDS
And I'm flat broke
He doesn't have to cut me
I'm about to have a stroke
Ooooh, yeah
Swing shift rules
Girls like boys who drive big cars
I like girls who can walk
Working the swing shift everyday
I don't wanna go to work
You know sometimes I need someone
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