I was 365 times late, sir, every year when I was in school.
McLaren, you better dig that garden over there.
You're gonna work for the next three years.
At 16, I felt kind of old. I'd already been on a chain gang.
So I hum a little tune called,
All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy.
All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy.
All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy.
I was like a, can you hear that? Ain't that lovely?
Like a, a wild animal.
I won't be tied to man or boy or teacher.
Try to stop me.
When I broke out of school,
I would climb over the desks.
I would kick out the rules,
because it was a quarter to four.
And I was looking for the door.
The bell rang.
And I was off
the killing floor.
All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy.
......all work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy. All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy. All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy. You know when I get louder? All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy. You know when I get louder? ......all work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy.
Louder and louder and louder
A dull boy
Over
No choice
Makes man
A dull boy
A dull boy
Donkey, donkey, donkey
Donkey, donkey, donkey
Donkey, donkey, donkey
Donkey, donkey, donkey
Yeah
Cause I couldn't wait for the weekend
No work and no joy
And now I was a happy boy
All work
No joy
Makes man
A dull boy
All work
And no joy
Make Jack
Makes Mac
And every other kind of hat
A dull boy
All work
No joy
Makes man
A dull boy
All work
No joy
Makes man
A dull boy
All work
No joy
Makes man
A dull boy
Donkey, donkey, donkey