Johniepee - Thank God for the Radio Lyrics

For all the people out there
Who sorta hate their jobs
But you've gotta do it anyway
And music makes it soo much better

This ones for the people getting their hands dirty
Tradies on the job site
Fly in, fly out, working all the long nights
Yeah, waking up long before the sunrise
No days off from Kalgoorlie to Bondi
Working every single second in the Hot sun
And It's never tools down til the job's done
And I know first hand that it's not fun
But this ain't a sprint man, they're in it for the long run
Yeah
They put the radio on
Help the days go quicker when they're snailing along
You hear em humming along, hammers banging to the drums of the song
Covered in grease
The next track will be the one that we want
Aye, No Olivia John
I went over on my data from requesting a lot
So please Mr Radio just sing us a song
We only need one banger to be singing along
And we say

We work, we work, we work, we work, cos we gotta get that pay
We always leave the radio on, but they never play a song that we want played
Every once in a blue moon, we hear a good tune, making the day go Zoom Zoom
Thank God for the radio, you're keeping our heads bobbin' til the end of the day-ay-yeah

Uhhh, Another day in the office
Pour a hot coffee and then I pray I can cop it
Make a couple copies for the boss that he wanted
Wanna tell him to shove em
Up his ass, if I'm being honest
But I'm not, So I hide away at my desk
Then I decide to draw a dick and balls with my pen
Spin around a couple times making sure my chair works
Plot the longest route to get some water
Cos my head hurts
Oh my god, It's only nine o six and I'm feeling shit
And now my boss is on my back, don't wanna deal with him
Why's he gotta be dick, can't he let me live
I just wanna turn up here and get paid for it
Uh! So I get back to my desk
Slap the radio on and then I sent a request
On the text line and for the first time, man she chose mine
What do you know, before I knew it, it was home time
It goes like

We work, we work, we work, we work, cos we gotta get that pay
We always leave the radio on, but they never play a song that we want played
Every once in a blue moon, we hear a good tune, making the day go Zoom Zoom
Thank God for the radio, you're keeping our heads bobbin' til the end of the day-ay-yeah

If you wonder why we've all been moping around lately
You should probably take a look at all the bullshit you've been playing
Cos we ain't gon' work for nothing
And the boss is hardly paying
So before we're going crazy play that song we've all been craving!

So we called a meeting on our lunch break to prioritise
Where the tunes coming from, maybe Spotify?
Maybe chuck it on the Triple J, Fbi
Dave recommended his playlist, what a guy
But here's the problem Dave, everything you wanna play
Is terrible, I can't bear it all, so I'm sorry mate
Got his blood boiling like a kettle from the get go
Sorry we don't want no death metal or no techno, nah!
We want some pleasant shit, summer days, pez and 6 (It's called the festival song)
Down by the river BNE, or Mr Sentry with the waitress, with the apron and the bacon
Better run like hell boy and turn it up
So we can float away and reminice
Heaven is, hearing this
When your day's looking harder than the slaves on the pyramids
Whip Cracking, stiff Backing, office politicking shit
Waiting for that one song, to make your day, well here it is

We work, we work, we work, we work, cos we gotta get that pay
We always leave the radio on, but they never play a song that we want played
Every once in a blue moon, we hear a good tune, making the day go Zoom Zoom
Thank God for the radio, you're keeping our heads bobbin' til the end of the day-ay-yeah