Check it out. One, two, three.
One, two, three.
One, two, every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
When he puts his cigar out in your face for kicks
His bedroom window is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
With dogs to our side
With all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says she's the brains behind Paul
She's 68 but says she's 50
One, two, three, four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Laying on the Bin
And I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
This ain't one you sleep in, I'll just get bored
I ain't gonna, I ain't gonna
I ain't gonna, I ain't gonna
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's phone number
No