Biography:
George Watsky (born September 15, 1986) is a writer and performer who believes in the equal power of the tear and the belly laugh. Born and raised in San Francisco and now based in Los Angeles, he aims to cross-pollinate the stage, screen and stereo with work that speaks to both the humor and frustrations of modern life.
George was featured on Season 6 of Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry on HBO. He was the 2006 Youth Speaks Grand Slam Poetry Champion
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Other songs:
- Hey, Asshole
- 4Am Monday
- Cannonball
- Cardboard Castles
- Chemical Angel
- Energy
- Fireworks
- Grass Is Greener
- Hand Over Hand
- Hey Asshole
- Idgaf
- Lets Get High And Watch Planet Earth
- Limo 4 Emos
- Moral Of The Story
- Ninjas In Paris
- Rich Girl
- Rome
- Roses
- Sarajevo
- Send In The Sun
- Show Goes On Mini
- Sloppy Seconds
- Stick To Your Guns
- Strong As An Oak
- Talking To Myself
- Tiny Glowing Screens Pt 1
- Tiny Glowing Screens Pt 3
- Welcome To The Family
- What Goes Up
- Whoa Whoa Whoa
- Wounded Healer
Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Hook]
D# F#
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
(Work!) till your arms fall off
B
Till your abs get hard and your bone'??s all soft
D# F#
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
B
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Verse 1]
D# C#
I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses
B
You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz
D# C#
Focus it'??s Quiet Coyote come on let's go kids
B
Everybody get together with a study buddy
B
And then talk about the fucks that I don'??t give
D# C#
Because it?'s so big and explosive
B
But a lotta people don't live, they don't ever get a motive
D# C#
If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what hope is
B
If I didn'??t have it I would ask you where the rope is
D# C#
Work is my church and so the studio'??s the closest
B
I spit it sick until my cootie flow'??s the grossest
D# C#
Don?'t be so pissed just be focused on your own shit
B
'??Cause we Super-californialistic-sexy-and-we-knows-it
D# C#
You're not my biness, I go for number one, not a top five finish
B
You can have a chicken pot pie
B D#
But I?'m thinking that I'm gonna have another can of Popeye'??s spinach
C#
I'm a Rottweiler, pop my collar when I pop my fur
B
You're on my nerves, mark my words
D#
Gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf
[Hook]
D# F#
Work
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
Work
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
(Work!) till your arms fall off
B
Till your abs get hard and your bone'??s all soft
D# F#
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
B
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Verse 2]
D# C#
Work until I'm black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee
B
I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy
D# C#
Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahogany
B
Honestly, can'??t you tell I'm working, bitch don'??t bother me
D# C#
Show some modesty, if you'??re watching me
B
A bitch is anybody in my way it's not misogyny
D# C#
But if your blockin'?? me I will soon defeat you
B
I will build a bridge above you, or I'll tunnel underneath you
D# C#
I will eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers
B
If I need to I'll go through you and absorb your fucking powers
D# C#
I put in hour after hour let's be crystal clear
B
I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years
D# C#
I'??ll fingerbang my fears, I'll fucking punch a dragon
B
Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
D# C#
'Cause waiting doesn't work, and praying may not come through
B
And hoping doesn'??t work. So I will be the one to (work)
[Hook]
D# F#
Work
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
Work
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
(Work!) till your arms fall off
B
Till your abs get hard and your bone'??s all soft
D# F#
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
B
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Instrumental]
D# F# B D# F# B
[Bridge]
D# F#
And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
B D# F# B
No weirdo'??s rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
D# F#
And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
B D# F#
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
B
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
[Outro]
D# F# B D# F# B
D# F# B D# F# B
D# F#
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
(Work!) till your arms fall off
B
Till your abs get hard and your bone'??s all soft
D# F#
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
B
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Verse 1]
D# C#
I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses
B
You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz
D# C#
Focus it'??s Quiet Coyote come on let's go kids
B
Everybody get together with a study buddy
B
And then talk about the fucks that I don'??t give
D# C#
Because it?'s so big and explosive
B
But a lotta people don't live, they don't ever get a motive
D# C#
If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what hope is
B
If I didn'??t have it I would ask you where the rope is
D# C#
Work is my church and so the studio'??s the closest
B
I spit it sick until my cootie flow'??s the grossest
D# C#
Don?'t be so pissed just be focused on your own shit
B
'??Cause we Super-californialistic-sexy-and-we-knows-it
D# C#
You're not my biness, I go for number one, not a top five finish
B
You can have a chicken pot pie
B D#
But I?'m thinking that I'm gonna have another can of Popeye'??s spinach
C#
I'm a Rottweiler, pop my collar when I pop my fur
B
You're on my nerves, mark my words
D#
Gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf
[Hook]
D# F#
Work
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
Work
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
(Work!) till your arms fall off
B
Till your abs get hard and your bone'??s all soft
D# F#
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
B
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Verse 2]
D# C#
Work until I'm black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee
B
I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy
D# C#
Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahogany
B
Honestly, can'??t you tell I'm working, bitch don'??t bother me
D# C#
Show some modesty, if you'??re watching me
B
A bitch is anybody in my way it's not misogyny
D# C#
But if your blockin'?? me I will soon defeat you
B
I will build a bridge above you, or I'll tunnel underneath you
D# C#
I will eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers
B
If I need to I'll go through you and absorb your fucking powers
D# C#
I put in hour after hour let's be crystal clear
B
I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years
D# C#
I'??ll fingerbang my fears, I'll fucking punch a dragon
B
Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
D# C#
'Cause waiting doesn't work, and praying may not come through
B
And hoping doesn'??t work. So I will be the one to (work)
[Hook]
D# F#
Work
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
Work
B
And the moral of the story is
D# F#
(Work!) till your arms fall off
B
Till your abs get hard and your bone'??s all soft
D# F#
(Just WORK!) till your hands go numb
B
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Instrumental]
D# F# B D# F# B
[Bridge]
D# F#
And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
B D# F# B
No weirdo'??s rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
D# F#
And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
B D# F#
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
B
No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
[Outro]
D# F# B D# F# B
D# F# B D# F# B
