It is the same old scene
Same time every night
I'm late - more excuses to make up
Seems all the time I get
Grease on my shoes and in my hair
Thicker than tammy Fae's make up
These poor legs are giving in
I'm so tired my starts to spin

Two hours have gone
Since I punched on
I still haven't had my break yet
Could I be wrong?
But four hours have gone
My break? Haven't taken it
Since I punched on

So every night I stand
Beneath the big grill fan
I want the break that's coming to me
I waited all afternoon
Night time will be here soon
You know you're being mean to me

Your 'Labor efficiency plan'
Just goes to show you don't give a damn

Six hours have gone
Since I punched on
I still haven't had my break yet
Could I be wrong?
But four eight have gone
My break? Haven't taken it
Since I punched on

If ya give my break
Man, you know I won't be gone for long
Ten hours have gone
Since I punched on
I'm off the clock now so later