The rat race

Work, at work again, jes, bloody work again I’m through
Why do we do this work again, every day work, is all that I knew
If I didn’t, I’d be at home again, wonderful home again, and then what would I do?
Want to be at work again, work again, I suppose, contributing to what I knew
But really is that all there is, is that all there is, I suppose it’s too true
Really at work again, at work again, I can’t help feeling blue.
Dreary, uninspired, bored, and retired, is it really what it is, I don’t have a clue