Texty: Chris Rea. Working On It.

Oh how I'd love it girl, just you and me
Take the day and fly
But oh this job, it's got the best of me
Tell you why, tell you why

Somebody above is in a desperate state
Some kind of urgency, the kind that won't wait
I say tomorrow, he say today
And the man in my head, well he tell me no way, keep working

I got eight little fingers and only two thumbs
Will you leave me in peace while I get the job done

Can't you see I'm working?
Oh, oh I'm working on it
Oh, oh I'm working on it

Well they're coming from above me
And they're coming from below
Yeah, they're in there, right behind me
Everywhere that I go

And my buddy, he's screaming down the telephone line
He say gimme, gimme, gimme, I say I ain't got the time

Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it?
Oh, oh I'm working on it
Yeah, yeah, oh tell 'em

How I'd love it girl, just you and me
Take the day and fly
Oh, this job it's got the best of me
Tell you why

Well, they're coming from above me
And they're coming from below
Yeah, they're in there right behind me
Everywhere that I go

My buddy, he's screaming down the telephone line
He say gimme, gimme, gimme, I say I ain't got the time

Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it
Oh, oh I'm working on it, I'm working on it
Oh, oh I'm working on it
Oh, oh I'm working, working

Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it
Oh, oh I'm working on it, yeah
Oh, oh I'm working on it, I'm working on it
Oh, oh I'm working on it, working, working