I wake up to the smell of the Winney Hill
Grab my work shoes, know this life ain't no thrill
Got a job with the council, a hardworking man
But dealing with them callers, boy it ain't so grand
They're ringing up with their endless complaints
About their council tax, it's drivin' me insane
They say it's too high, they say it's unfair
But they don't see how my soul fills with despair
Oh, I'm just tryin' to make a livin', pay my bills on time
Workin' 9 to 5, but it feels like overtime
Dealin' with the people and their never-ending shite
Oh, the joys of workin' for the council all my life
I answer the phone
Scumbags on the line
Refusing to pay
Thinking they're so fine (oh-oh)
But little do they know
That I'm keeping track
Every word they say
Just in case I get the sack
Hyndburn criminals call
Thinking they're so hard
But I'm onto them
The council's smoothest retard
They try to avoid
Paying what they owe
But I'm screenshotting everything
Proving I'm not slow
Oh, I'm just tryin' to make a livin', pay my bills on time
Workin' 9 to 5, but it feels like overtime
Dealin' with the people and their never-ending shite
Oh, the joys of workin' for the council all my life
Sittin' here with my scotch eggs
Dreamin' of a better place
Where I can be the Council King
Rule with a silly grin on my face
Riggin' elections
Making everyone vote for me
Oh
What a world that would be (ooh-yeah)
No more boring office crap
Just stroking tiles for fun
Gonna shake things up
Make 'em wonder what I've done
But there's one law I'll pass that will surely make you see
Drinking your brother's piss will be legal
Can't you see? (ha-ha)
Oh, I'm just tryin' to make a livin', pay my bills on time
Workin' 9 to 5, but it feels like overtime
Dealin' with the people and their never-ending shite
Oh, the joys of workin' for the council all my life
Matty Moore - 9 to 5 in the Cuntryside Lyrics
Matty Moore - 9 to 5 in the Cuntryside Lyrics
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I wake up to the smell of the Winney Hill
Grab my work shoes, know this life ain't no thrill
Got a job with the council, a hardworking man
But dealing with them callers, boy it ain't so grand
They're ringing up with their endless complaints
About their council tax, it's drivin' me insane
They say it's too high, they say it's unfair
But they don't see how my soul fills with despair
Oh, I'm just tryin' to make a livin', pay my bills on time
Workin' 9 to 5, but it feels like overtime
Dealin' with the people and their never-ending shite
Oh, the joys of workin' for the council all my life
I answer the phone
Scumbags on the line
Refusing to pay
Thinking they're so fine (oh-oh)
But little do they know
That I'm keeping track
Every word they say
Just in case I get the sack
Hyndburn criminals call
Thinking they're so hard
But I'm onto them
The council's smoothest retard
They try to avoid
Paying what they owe
But I'm screenshotting everything
Proving I'm not slow
Oh, I'm just tryin' to make a livin', pay my bills on time
Workin' 9 to 5, but it feels like overtime
Dealin' with the people and their never-ending shite
Oh, the joys of workin' for the council all my life
Sittin' here with my scotch eggs
Dreamin' of a better place
Where I can be the Council King
Rule with a silly grin on my face
Riggin' elections
Making everyone vote for me
Oh
What a world that would be (ooh-yeah)
No more boring office crap
Just stroking tiles for fun
Gonna shake things up
Make 'em wonder what I've done
But there's one law I'll pass that will surely make you see
Drinking your brother's piss will be legal
Can't you see? (ha-ha)
Oh, I'm just tryin' to make a livin', pay my bills on time
Workin' 9 to 5, but it feels like overtime
Dealin' with the people and their never-ending shite
Oh, the joys of workin' for the council all my life
Grab my work shoes, know this life ain't no thrill
Got a job with the council, a hardworking man
But dealing with them callers, boy it ain't so grand
They're ringing up with their endless complaints
About their council tax, it's drivin' me insane
They say it's too high, they say it's unfair
But they don't see how my soul fills with despair
Oh, I'm just tryin' to make a livin', pay my bills on time
Workin' 9 to 5, but it feels like overtime
Dealin' with the people and their never-ending shite
Oh, the joys of workin' for the council all my life
I answer the phone
Scumbags on the line
Refusing to pay
Thinking they're so fine (oh-oh)
But little do they know
That I'm keeping track
Every word they say
Just in case I get the sack
Hyndburn criminals call
Thinking they're so hard
But I'm onto them
The council's smoothest retard
They try to avoid
Paying what they owe
But I'm screenshotting everything
Proving I'm not slow
Oh, I'm just tryin' to make a livin', pay my bills on time
Workin' 9 to 5, but it feels like overtime
Dealin' with the people and their never-ending shite
Oh, the joys of workin' for the council all my life
Sittin' here with my scotch eggs
Dreamin' of a better place
Where I can be the Council King
Rule with a silly grin on my face
Riggin' elections
Making everyone vote for me
Oh
What a world that would be (ooh-yeah)
No more boring office crap
Just stroking tiles for fun
Gonna shake things up
Make 'em wonder what I've done
But there's one law I'll pass that will surely make you see
Drinking your brother's piss will be legal
Can't you see? (ha-ha)
Oh, I'm just tryin' to make a livin', pay my bills on time
Workin' 9 to 5, but it feels like overtime
Dealin' with the people and their never-ending shite
Oh, the joys of workin' for the council all my life
Writer: Simon Howarth
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