Chris Rea "Working on it" lyrics

Working on it

Oh how I'd love it girl, just you and meTake the day and flyBut oh this job, it's got the best of meTell you why, tell you why

Somebody above is in a desperate stateSome kind of urgency, the kind that won't waitI say tomorrow, he say todayAnd the man in my head well he tell me no way

Keep workingI got eight little fingers and only two thumbsWill you leave me in peace while I get the job doneCan't you see I'm workingOh, oh I'm working on itOh, oh I'm working on it

Well they're coming from above meAnd they're coming from belowYea they're in there right behind meEverywhere that I go

And my buddy, he's screaming down the telephone lineHe say gimme, gimme, gimmeI say I ain't got the timeOh, oh can't you see I'm working on itOh, oh I'm working on itYea, yea, oh tell 'em

How I'd love it girl, just you and meTake the day and flyBut oh, this job it's got the best of meTell you why

Well they're coming from above meAnd they're coming from belowYea they're in there right behind meEverywhere that I go

My buddy, he's screaming down the telephone lineHe say gimme, gimme, gimmeI say I ain't got the timeOh, oh can't you see I'm working on itOh, oh I'm working on itOh, oh I'm workingOh, oh can't you see I'm working on it