Graveyard Shift Songtext

von Afroman

[Talking]
Is night shift ok with you?
Uh-huh
You got yourself a job homey!

[Music starts]
Graveyard shift ain't never dead
We go to work when people go to bed
We got tremendous work overload
The boss don't care about the dress code
So if your hair's messed up, come on in
Nobody gon care 3 o' clock in the mornin
I'm fantasizin about a six fo'
Broke as hell, moppin the floo'
I don't know but I got's the hunch (what's that?)
That it's almost time for lunch
Smokin cigarettes in the parking lot
All the homies tellin lies 'bout te women they got
Nobody gets offended at a racial joke
Everybody's laughin, tryin to stay woke
Takin it easy, though times are hard
Pullin' practical jokes on the security guard
And if you com elate, the boss won't beat ya
Stand around talkin' bout the future
Don't even trip, if you feel tired
Take a little nap, you won't get fired
Drink a little beer, smoke a little stiff
Nobody cares on the graveyard shift
(Pocpocpoc wooh wooh pocpocópocó!!!!)

[Chorus]
Paaaaaaaaaarty (ye-eah)
On the graveyard shift
Paaaaaaaaaarty
On the graveyard shift
(You don't have to slave too hard)
You don't have to slave too hard
On the gra-aveyard

My name is Joseph Forman, they call me Fro'
I work at the neighbourghood grocery store
We actin' crazy like a bunch of kids
Playin frisbee with the trash can lids
When teh bossman comes, baby we don't run
He's a cool like us, just tryin' to have fun
Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder,
Play the radio just a little bit louder
DJ playin that midnight mix
Dance constest on aisle n° 6
Bumpin? that old school 2-short rhyme
Got the homeboys in a Soul Train line
You wanna act crazy go ahead and be wild
If you wanna rap go ahead and freestyle
Graveyard shift, you just can't beat it
If you get hungry grab sumtin' and eat it
Drinkin in the back with my home girl
The beer is on the house from the Corporate World
Act like a fool 'til the break of dawn
Yellin cuss words in the intercom
Drag racin' with the fork lift
Nobody cares on teh graveyard shift

[Chorus]

(Break it down fellas)
I never would work on daytime
Graveyard shift is my playtime
Daytime jobs are flaky
Daytime jobs are shaky
Like, jell-O gelatins
So I work graveyard like a skeleton
An Afro-classic is what I am
I drive to work without a traffic jam
Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother
Always lookin' out for eachother
Speak up fo' ya
Like to know ya
If you come late we'll push the clock fo' ya
We gots no money, but we gots pride
If your car breaks down I'll give you a ride
Cause the Corporate World is oh, so cold
To the people at the bottom of the totem pole
Divided we fall, together we stand
What'chu need? get it from the Afroman
I'm not a thief, but I got the hook up
For the bar-b-que ribs you wanna cook up
And if you need somebody to get drunk with
Call the homeboys from the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the blue collar workers strugglin?, strivin?, throbbin?, and thrivin?. )

[Chorus]

Happiness is hard to find
Happiness is a state of mind.
It can't be found in fame or wealth
It's found real deep inside yourself
Brothers, stop singin' the blues
Throw parties and barbecues
Don't destroy your life, enjoy your life
Play with your kids and make love to your wife.
Drink a little beer, don't smoke no crack
Have a good time before Christ comes back.
Keep your head high, keep your back stiff
I'll see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift.

[Chorus]

(Hey, check this out loco.)
No dental plan. (Graveyard!) No medicare. (Graveyard!)
Said, no vacation. (Graveyard!) The Man don't care. (Graveyard!)
Ain't got no union. (Graveyard!) No respect. (Graveyard!)
Dirty uniforms. (Graveyard!) And a short paycheck. (Graveyard!)
Workin? minimum wage. (Graveyard!) Everyday. (Graveyard!)
We gotta get over some kinda way
Pocóoooooo!