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Callin' In Sick Lyrics

Buck-o-nine – Callin' In Sick Lyrics

I'm calling in sick
I'm calling in sick
This is mike and I'm calling in sick
My leg got hurt got hit by a brick
This is mike and I'm calling in sick
I spent four years in the usmc
I learned how to fight
I learned how to drink
And when I got a real job I couldn't believe
So every monday morning
This is what you'll here from me
I've never had a job
More than minimum wage
I've never worked an 8 hour day
And if my boss says son you gotta work late
As quick as I could say it
This is what you'd here me say

Its 9: 15 and I'm late again
I think I'll finish that fifth of gin
Then I'll call my boss and I'll tell him again
Ill tell him that I'm not coming in
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Songwriters: Anthony Jerome Curry, Craig William Yarnold, Daniel Leon Albert, Jon Ryan Pebsworth, Jonas Kleiner, Scott Tyler Kennerly, Steve D Bauer
Callin' In Sick lyrics © COHEN AND COHEN, Word Collections Publishing

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