Karaoké Moral of the Story Watsky

And the moral of the story is

And the moral of the story is

Work

'Till your arms fall off

'Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft

Just work

'Till your hands go numb and they cramp and the fans in the stands go home

I write 'till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses

You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz'

Focus it's quiet coyote

Come on let's go kids

Everybody get together with a study buddy and I'll talk about the fuck that I don't give

Because it's so big and explosive

But a lot of people don't live

They don't ever get a motive

If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what hope is

If I didn't have it I would ask you where the rope is

Work is my church and so the studio's the closest

I spit it sick until my cootie flow's the grossest

Don't be so pissed just be focused on your own shit

'Cos we super-cali-fornia-listic sexy and we knows it

You're not my business

Go for number one

Not a top five finish

You could have a chicken pot pie but I'm thinkin' that

I'm gonna have another can of

Popeye spinach

I'm a rottweiler

Pop my collar when I pop my fur

You're on my nerves but mark my words

Gotta put a leg up and I'll mark my turf

Work

And the moral of the story is

Work

And the moral of the story is

Work

'Till your arms fall off

'Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft

Just work

'Till your hands go numb and they cramp and the fans in the stands go home

Work until I'm black and yellow

Black and yellow, worker bee

I'll just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy

Burgundy

Work until I earn that rich mahogany

Honestly

Can't you tell I'm workin' bitch don't bother me

Show some modesty

If you're watchin' me

Bitch is anybody in my way

It's not misogyny

But if you're blockin' me

I will soon defeat you

I will build a bridge above you or I'll tunnel underneath you

I will eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers

If I need to I'll go through you and absorb your fuckin' powers

I put in hour after hour

Let's be crystal clear

I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years

I'll finger-bang my fears

I'll fuckin' punch a dragon

Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen

'Cos waitin' doesn't work and prayin' may not come through

And hopin' doesn't work so I will be the one to

Work

And the moral of the story is

Work

And the moral of the story is

Work

'Till your arms fall off

'Till your abs get hard and your bone's all soft

Just work

'Till your hands go numb and they cramp and the fans in the stands go home

And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo

No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo

And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo

No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo

No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo