My Uncle John From Jamaica Lyrics

Song Text:

8 o'clock get up get outta bed
I feel like a truck ran over my head
another day of stress and sorrow
Skip breakfast cause I gotta go
An't got no time to take it slow
And I will do my hair tomorrow

I can't take it no more
oh no no no
Is this what I'm living for??

But my uncle John from Jamaica
Keeps on calling every day
Just buy a ticket, and take a
Summer Holy-Holiday
2x!

6 o'clock my job is still not done
The life I'm living ain't no fun
Too many days of stress and sorrow
My boss just won't give me a break
And this is more then I can take
Think I will quit this job tomorrow

I can't take it no more
oh no no no
Is this what I'm living for??

But my uncle John from Jamaica
Keeps on calling every day
Just buy a ticket, and take a
Summer Holy-Holiday
2x