Call My Job

Call My Job - Albert King

Written by：Willis/J. Josea

Call my job

Tell the boss I won't be in

I said call my job

To tell my boss I won't be in

Oh you can tell him I'm sick

Tell him anything

But I just had too much weekend

'Cause Saturday night I caught the horses

And today I got a thousand bugs

I said sadly l caught the horses

And today I got a thousand bugs

Oh you look so good to me this morning darling

Girl I ain't thinking about gettin' up

After Friday Saturday and Sunday

I don't want to go to work no more

I said after Friday Saturday and Sunday

You know I don't want to go to work no no

After that long weekend darling

I don't wanna do a thing

But lay around with you

Take the phone off the hook

Put a note on the door too

I don't want to do a thing

But spend this time with you

Call my job

And tell the boss I won't be in

'Cause my head is in a spin girl

I've had too much weekend

He said i'm fine

Oh no

He can't do that to me

Did you really took the phone off the hook

You can take a joke

I never seen a woman like you before

And all days of my life

Now what you gonna do with me laying in bed

Yeah I said to build

Now you got to gas me on

The light beer

That count me food beer

You got the liquid beer

And you got the water beer

Look like you gonna have to get a job

And I don't want you to come here fussing

Say i'm pimping when I ask you how much your check is

If we begin

Are you listening