Electric Six

Here comes cokey Joe looking to make it snow
I wish I didn't know what I know
And that's why you were hired, hired.
Don't do your job and you'll be fired, fired.
You can't get tired after hours, hours.
They building high in silver towers, towers
They congregate here afters hours, hours
They tellin' lies, that's how rumors get started and destinies die
Tick-tock sex-o-clock where did the time go
You can't go blind blowing your load
And that's why God's a liar, liar
You're underage you need a buyer, buyer
We'll take you higher after hours, hours
They're getting nice on whiskey sours, sours