Have a Job

My friends are wondering if they'll have a job on Monday

And if they do, will they at 5 o'clock on Friday

What's the word I hear them say One is gone and one is on the way out

One is gone and one is on the way out

And I talk like I still have a job

I talk like I still have a job

I walk around afraid to light a match

They throw up the cards and see which ones they'll catch

The boss should sit us down and tell us all

Instead we wait around for the axe to fall

And I hope I still have a job

I hope I still have a job

(Instrumental)

I've got a plan if things don't go so nice

Go back to Africa and plant a field of rice

Then I won't have to guess what's in the boss' brain

I'll only have to listen to the Sun and Rain

But for now I guess I still have a job

I guess I still have a job

(Repeat first verse with the following ending)

Two are gone and two are on the way out