Bob McCarty Writes

Workin’ Just to Die

(Parody – To the tune of 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton)

Copyright © 2006 Bob McCarty, L.L.C. All rights reserved.

Tumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Open up a box of ammunition
Gonna blast myself into the after-life

Strap on a bomb and the blood starts pumpin’
Out on the streets, the traffic starts jumpin’
With folks like me on the job, workin’ to die

Workin’ just to die, what a way to make a livin’
No need to get by, it’s all dyin’ and no livin’
They brain-wash my mind and say they’ll give my family credit
It’s enough to make me giddy if I let it

Just to die, for Allah and Bin Laden
You would think that I would need a lot more proddin’
Want to move ahead, be a martyr if they let me
But I swear sometimes, George Dub-ya’s out to get me
Mmmmm…

He says that peace is all that matters,
then he wants my head on a White House platter
But I gotta dream he’ll never take away

Livin’ in the sand with a lot of my friends
We talk about death and lotsa virgins
When the bomb finally blows then I’ll know I’m on my way

Workin’ just to die, what a way to make a livin’
No need to get by, it’s all dyin’ and no livin’
They brain-wash my mind and say they’ll give my family credit
It’s enough to make me giddy if I let it

Just to die, for Allah and Bin Laden
You would think that I would need a lot more proddin’
Want to move ahead, be a martyr if they let me
But I swear sometimes, George Dub-ya’s out to get me
Mmmmm…

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