It seems to me I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that’s why they call me
They call me the working man
I get home at five o’clock
And I dig myself out a nice cold beer
It seems to me I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that’s why they call me
They call me the working man
I get home at five o’clock
And I dig myself out a nice cold beer
I'm still a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!
June 26, 2015 at 8:09 pm
Squeeze some actual living into your life as well. At the end, no one wishes they had worked more.
June 26, 2015 at 8:13 pm
so true OF&U… so true! thanks for dropping in… muchas gracias!
June 26, 2015 at 8:16 pm
Seee? You’re too tired to notice there’s no F in my screen name… hmmm
June 26, 2015 at 8:23 pm
no, i did notice! and, no i’m not tired? where did being tired enter into anything/into my blogpost? i took time to read (figure out) your handle. certainly meant no offence. OP&U wouldn’t have looked right… again, no offence. apologies!
June 26, 2015 at 8:24 pm
S’ok I assumed tired was part of working more than playing… no offense taken
June 26, 2015 at 8:24 pm
Did you really figure out my screen name… no one ever has.