I was 365 times late, sir, every year when I was in school.McLaren, you better dig that garden over there.You're gonna work for the next three years.At 16, I felt kind of old. I'd already been on a chain gang.So I hum a little tune called,All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy.All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy.All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy.I was like a, can you hear that? Ain't that lovely?Like a, a wild animal.I won't be tied to man or boy or teacher.Try to stop me.When I broke out of school,I would climb over the desks.I would kick out the rules,because it was a quarter to four.And I was looking for the door.The bell rang.And I was offthe killing floor.All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy.......all work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy. All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy. All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy. You know when I get louder? All work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy. You know when I get louder? ......all work, no joy, makes Mac a dull boy.Louder and louder and louderA dull boyOverNo choiceMakes manA dull boyA dull boyDonkey, donkey, donkeyDonkey, donkey, donkeyDonkey, donkey, donkeyDonkey, donkey, donkeyYeahCause I couldn't wait for the weekendNo work and no joyAnd now I was a happy boyAll workNo joyMakes manA dull boyAll workAnd no joyMake JackMakes MacAnd every other kind of hatA dull boyAll workNo joyMakes manA dull boyAll workNo joyMakes manA dull boyAll workNo joyMakes manA dull boyDonkey, donkey, donkey