Record Store lyrics Workaholic, what it be? heard you're workin' eleven days a week i used to know just
where you're coming from i used to know but with that i'm done i got a job at a
record store i'm three days a week, no more than four sometimes you got to take a
look around sometimes you got to slow things down i'm looking out my bedroom window
you're looking at your office wall i'm walking around like marlon brando you're
sitting down not walking at all don't know what you're thinking i don't work no
overtime working at the record store look at me i'm doin' fine i see you're working
on the weekends now i guess mondays aren't such a shock i spend my time just sittin'
around i listen to that old punk rock i take my time and never hurry you use your
time as best as you can i'm acting like i'm billy murray you're acting like your
dead in the sand