"I Hate This Job" lyrics

I like Folgers in my cup
I love drivin' in my truck
I love fillin' up a full tank of gas
I love Sundays on the river
And grillin' what's for dinner
And that feeling when I'm stackin' some cash

Oh I'm too blessed to be stressed
I really can't complain
But I must confess there's just one thing

I hate this job
I just wanna quit
I'm so sick and tired of all of this shit
I hate my boss
I hate this place
I hate that stupid dumb ass look on his face
I clock in at eight, same shit different day
I hate this job

Don't get me wrong
I love it when they pay me
And they can't say I'm lazy
They know damn well they owe me a raise
They got me workin' overtime
On this corporate ladder climbin'
It feels like I'm just wastin' away

I hate this job
I just wanna quit
I'm so sick and tired of all of this shit
I hate my boss
I hate this place
I hate that stupid dumb ass look on his face
I clock in at eight, same shit different day
I hate this job
(I hate this job)

Oh I'm too blessed to be stressed
I really can't complain
But I must confess there's just one thing

I hate this job
I just wanna quit
I'm so sick and tired of all of this shit
I hate my boss
I hate this place
I hate that stupid dumb ass look on his face
I clock in at eight, same shit different day
I hate this job

They work me to the bone
Man I just wanna go home
I hate this job