Graveyard Shift Songtext / Lyric

(Talking)

Is night shift ok with you?

uh-huh

You got yourself a job homey!






(Music starts)

Graveyard shift ain't never dead

We go to work when people go to bed

We got tremendous work overload

The boss don't care about the dress code

So if your hair's messed up, come on in

Nobody gon care 3 o' clock in the mornin

I'm fantasizin about a six fo'

Broke as hell, moppin the floo'

I don't know but i got's the hunch (what's that?)

That it's almost time for lunch

Smokin cigarettes in the parking lot

All the homies tellin lies 'bout te women they got

Nobody gets offended at a racial joke

Everybody's laughin, tryin to stay woke

Takin it easy, though times are hard

Pullin' practical jokes on the security guard

And if you com elate, the boss won't beat ya

Stand around talkin' bout the future

Don't even trip, if you feel tired

Take a little nap, you won't get fired

Drink a little beer, smoke a little stiff

Nobody cares on the graveyard shift

(Pocpocpoc wooh wooh pocpoc... poc...!)



(Chorus)

Paaaaaaaaaarty (ye-eah)

On the graveyard shift

Paaaaaaaaaarty

On the graveyard shift

(You don't have to slave too hard)

You don't have to slave too hard

On the gra-aveyard



My name is Joseph Forman, they call me Fro'

I work at the neighbourghood grocery store

We actin' crazy like a bunch of kids

Playin frisbee with the trash can lids

When teh bossman comes, baby we don't run

He's a cool like us, just tryin' to have fun

Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder,

Play the radio just a little bit louder

DJ playin that midnight mix

Dance constest on aisle no. 6

Bumpin' that old school 2-short rhyme

Got the homeboys in a Soul Train line

You wanna act crazy go ahead and be wild

If you wanna rap go ahead and freestyle

Graveyard shift, you just can't beat it

If you get hungry grab sumtin' and eat it

Drinkin in the back with my home girl

The beer is on the house from the Corporate World

Act like a fool 'til the break of dawn

Yellin cuss words in the intercom

Drag racin' with the fork lift

Nobody cares on teh graveyard shift



(Chorus)



(Break it down fellas)

I never would work on daytime

Graveyard shift is my playtime

Daytime jobs are flaky

Daytime jobs are shaky

Like, jell-O gelatins

So I work graveyard like a skeleton

An Afro-classic is what I am

I drive to work without a traffic jam

Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother

Always lookin' out for eachother

Speak up fo' ya

Like to know ya

If you come late we'll push the clock fo' ya

We gots no money, but we gots pride

If your car breaks down I'll give you a ride

Cause the Corporate World is oh, so cold

To the people at the bottom of the totem pole

Divided we fall, together we stand

What'chu need? get it from the Afroman

I'm not a thief, but I got the hook up

For the bar-b-que ribs you wanna cook up

And if you need somebody to get drunk with

Call the homeboys from the graveyard shift

(Dedicated to all the blue collar workers strugglin', strivin', throbbin', and thrivin'. )



(Chorus)



Happiness is hard to find

Happiness is a state of mind.

It can't be found in fame or wealth

It's found real deep inside yourself

Brothers, stop singin' the blues

Throw parties and barbecues

Don't destroy your life, enjoy your life

Play with your kids and make love to your wife.

Drink a little beer, don't smoke no crack

Have a good time before Christ comes back.

Keep your head high, keep your back stiff

I'll see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift.



(Chorus)



(Hey, check this out loco.)

No dental plan. (Graveyard!) No medicare. (Graveyard!)

Said, no vacation. (Graveyard!) The Man don't care. (Graveyard!)

Ain't got no union. (Graveyard!) No respect. (Graveyard!)

Dirty uniforms. (Graveyard!) And a short paycheck. (Graveyard!)

Workin' minimum wage. (Graveyard!) Everyday. (Graveyard!)

We gotta get over some kinda way

Poc... oooooo!