letra de joe - working: a musical (original london cast)
sung / [spoken]
you wake up at ten
fold up the bed
[you don’t wanna leave your couch open all day, you know? it’s depressing…]
you cook an egg
you toast some bread
[you cook for yourself, you save a bundle. if you don’t keep track o’ your money, who will?]
you think about
the day ahead
[you can’t go feelin’ sorry for yourself]
it’s like i said
[you can sit home and be mad at the world, or you can get out and do things…]
you take a walk
you meet a chum
[this one guy lives down by national biscuit — boy, you should see the nice aroma…]
you shoot the bull
you argue some
[and maybe he calls up a coupla other fellas to come over, play some poker…]
you lose at gin
until they come
[this guy remembers what cards you picked up!]
the dirty bum…
[but even gettin’ beat at gin beats doin’ nothin’…]
you take a bus
you take a train
[you visit your wife’s grave. on the way you read the reader’s digest…]
it does you good
to use your brain
[or maybe you go out and see your cousin. you bring a six-pack along…]
you take a stroll
down memory lane
[when we were young we was always together —]
and raisin’ cain
[we go back a long ways, him and me. oh, the times we had…]
i remember once
back in ’62
we were at this fair
with these girls we knew
on this crazy ride
where you screamed or you prayеd
[the “big dipper”, they called it…]
we could hardly walk
as we left thе car
so we staggered down
for a candy bar
then we sat and laughed
in the penny arcade
at six o’clock
you watch the news
[them politicians get you so mad you throw your slippers at the set…]
you cook some franks
no big to-do’s
[most nights you lay around, you straighten up, maybe call your daughter…]
you watch a game
you take a snooze
[but then there’s sunday, sunday’s different—]
you change your shirt
you shine your shoes
[’cause you’re goin’ around the block to the tavern…]
you shoot some pool
you drink some beer
[you don’t have to drink a lot to have a good time, maybe three, four in an evening…]
you find a pal
you bend his ear
[you meet a lot o’ your old crowd there sundays. sometimes a bunch o’ you, you sing —]
the kinda song
you never hear
[like “stardust” or “in the mood”]
and then you cheer…
[last sunday night we sang “till we meet again”. believe it or not, i once did a waltz to that tune. honest to god…]
it was at a dance
i was seventeen
and the girl was like
from a magazine
and the lights were low
and i mean really low
[i think a coupla my friends had somethin’ to do with that…]
and i kissed her cheek
as we waltzed away
i remember that
like it’s yesterday
boy, she was surprised
i can hear her say:
“joe!”
they drive you home
from round the block
you take your cash
out of your sock
you fix the bed
you check the lock
you wind the clock…
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- letra de droga to cel - paluch
- letra de ambition over lonely - chillin homie
- letra de lets go - disco inferno