I Hate This Job

We got whiners, we got losers
Chain smokers and boozers
And we got bitches, we got slackers
Fans of Vikings and Packers
And the customers act like a bunch of slobs

Hmm, hmm, hmm I hate this job

We got reg'lers, we got rookies
People buyin' shakes and cookies
And we got cashiers, we got grill team
Drive-thru, droppers and no dreams
And the man'gers talk about their cushy job

Hmm, hmm, hmm I hate this job

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I hate this job
It's a big disgrace
Just walkin' 'round McDonald's
With a fake smile on my face
It makes you mad, it makes you sob
Hmm, hmm, hmm I hate this job

I've seen assholes, we got morons
Blue-collar boys and so on
And we got lovers, a few lookers
And I've even seen drunken jerks and hookers
And we like to drink our pop from a little cup

Hmm, hmm, hmm I hate this job
Yes I do

I like my cat (I like my cat)
I love my boyfriend (I love my boyfriend)
I like to take him out to dinner
I like a movie now and then

But I hate this job
It's a big disgrace
Just walkin' 'round the floor here
Puts a fake smile on my face
No benefits, no better jobs
Hmm, hmm, hmm I hate this job
Hmm, hmm, hmm I hate this job