Writers: Leo 
Sayer, Tom 
Snow & John 
Vastano five days out of seven eight hours of every one 
I'm tryin' to buy a piece of heaven but 
I'll be gone before that heaven comes work, work, work who nees it? it's all 
I ever seem to do 
I'm killin' myself for a livin' livin' the workin' man's blues minute to minute day after day wherever 
I go it's always the same 
I work a little longer to make up my pay but when the cheque comes along they've taken half of it away all the work, work, work who nees it? all 
I ever seem to do you know 
I'm killin' myself for a livin' 
I should be stayin' at home with you city to city all over the world wherever 
I been to -- that's all 
I ever heard you work a little longer to double up on that pay when the taxman comes along they take half of it away work, work, work who nees it? it's all 
I ever seem to do 
I'm killin', killin' time for a livin' livin' the workin' man's blues yeah, it's all work! work! work! work! that's all it is killin' myself for a livin' like drivin' a nail straight into my hand 
I've been workin' my life away