Text: Mighty Mighty Bosstones. Jump Through The Hoops.

Wake up and shake myself out of bed again
Shaking the day down in my head and then
It's up and out, rise and shine, on the double
No time to slack, attack and tackle the trouble
Shake myself out of bed again

No time to stop and assess, can't let it grind to a halt
Can't stop and look at the mess and then find out it's my fault
I can't stop for a single minute, I know hell, well, I'm living in it
No time to stop at all, I've got to jump through the hoops

My job, well it's a nine to five nightmare
I'm serving whiskey, stale with and beer
Come on in, how've you been? Have I met you?
What'll it be now, what can I get you?
My job, well it's a nightmare and every day from nine to five I'm there

No time to stop and assess, can't let it grind to a halt
Can't stop and look at the mess and then find out it's my fault
I can't stop for a single minute, I know hell, well, I'm living in it
No time to stop at all, I've got to jump through the hoops

Roll over, sit up and beg
Well, I'd much rather lie down and play dead
Here comes another hoop

Holidays have got to be the worst
I've seen so many, I've got it well rehearsed
Joy to the world, hark the hey, let me hear it
Deick the halls, trim the street, that's the spirit
Holidays are not for me, chop down the tree they've got to be the worst

I'm old and set in my ways, no stopping now, it's a shame
But in my much younger days I'd stop and I'd take the blame
I'm alright if I don't know and can't see
I'll live in hell till the day that they plant me
No time to stop at all, I've got to jump through the hoops

Roll over, it up and beg
Well I'd much rather, I'd much rather
I'd much rather lie down and play dead
All over, so long my friend so long, all over, the end