Moral Of The Story
George Watsky Lyrics


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[Chorus]
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 dumb
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 then talk about the fuck that I don’t give
Because it’s so big and explosive
But a lotta 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
‘Cause we Supercalifornialisticsexyandweknowsit
You’re not my biness, I go for number one, not a top five finish
You can have a chicken pot pie
But I’m thinking that I’m gonna have another can of Popeye’s spinach
I’m Rottweiler, pop my collar when I pop my fur
You’re on my nerves, but mark my words
Gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf

[Chorus]

Work until I’m black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee
I 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 working, bitch don’t bother me
Show some modesty, if you’re watching me
A bitch is anybody in my way it’s not misogyny
But if yer 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 fucking 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 fingerbang my fears, I’ll fucking punch a dragon
Even with the Himalayas in my way it’s gonna happen
‘Cause waiting doesn’t work, and praying may not come through
And hoping doesn’t work. So I will be the one to (work)

[Chorus]





And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
No weirdo’s rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo

Overall Meaning

In “Moral of the Story”, Watsky encourages the listener to work hard and persistently to achieve their goals. He repeats the phrase “work till your arms fall off, till your abs get hard and your bone’s all soft” in the chorus as a metaphor for pushing oneself to the limit. He also acknowledges the difficulties of working in show business and urges his listeners to bring themselves flowers and to be their own source of motivation. He mentions his work ethic in the line, “Work is my church and so the studio’s the closest” and later states that he’ll “get there if it takes a day or fifty years.” Watsky asserts his determination with lines like “waiting doesn’t work, and praying may not come through, and hoping doesn’t work. So I will be the one to (work)”. He also shows a sense of humor in the lyrics, referencing Popeye’s spinach and Quasimodo.


The chorus of the song is accompanied by a lively and upbeat instrumental featuring clapping, drums, and guitar. Watsky’s fast-paced rapping is in contrast to the slower and more melodic verses. Nonetheless, he maintains a clear and confident flow throughout the song. The lyrics and melody are intended to inspire listeners to pursue their dreams.


Line by Line Meaning

And the moral of the story is
This is the lesson to be learned


Work! Till your arms fall off
Put in as much effort as possible


Till your abs get hard and your bone’s all soft
Keep working until your body feels weak


Just work! Till your hands go numb
Continue working until you can't feel your hands


And they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
Keep working so hard that even the onlookers are awed


I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses
I write so much that my fingers resemble flowers


You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz
You must reward yourself for your work


Focus it’s Quiet Coyote come on let’s go kids
Stay focused and quiet to get the job done


Don’t be so pissed just be focused on your own shit
Stay concentrated on your own goals


If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what hope is
If you have a goal, maintain hope and never let go


Work is my church and so the studio’s the closest
I consider my work like a religion and the studio is my temple


You can have a chicken pot pie
You can have something mediocre while I strive towards excellence


But I’m thinking that I’m gonna have another can of Popeye’s spinach
I will go above and beyond what the average person does


You’re not my biness, I go for number one, not a top five finish
I won't let anyone get in the way of me becoming number one


Work until I’m black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee
Work tirelessly like a worker bee


Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahogany
Work hard until I achieve a rich and valuable success


Honestly, can’t you tell I’m working, bitch don’t bother me
Don't interrupt my work because it's obvious that I'm working hard


I will build a bridge above you, or I’ll tunnel underneath you
I will find a way to overcome any obstacle in my path


I’ll fingerbang my fears, I’ll fucking punch a dragon
I will conquer my fears and overcome anything standing in my way


Even with the Himalayas in my way it’s gonna happen
I will succeed even if the odds are stacked against me


‘Cause waiting doesn’t work, and praying may not come through
Sitting around waiting or hoping won't lead to success


And hoping doesn’t work. So I will be the one to (work)
The only way to achieve success is by putting in the work


And maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo
If I keep working hard, I will achieve success


No weirdo’s rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo
I have worked harder than anyone else to achieve my goals




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: George Watsky, Nichel Shoe, Waner Camerline

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@aryanaek6516

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 got to 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 got to 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
Cause we super-cali-fornia-listic sexy and we knows it
You're not my business
Go for number one, not a top 5 finish
You could have a chicken pot pie
But I'm thinking 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,
Got to put a leg up and I'll mark my turf
Work! [x8]
Work! [x8]
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 working bitch don't bother me
Show some modesty
If you're watching me
'Bitch' is anybody in my way, its not misogyny
But if you're blocking 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 fucking 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 fucking punch a dragon
Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
Cause waiting doesn't work
And praying may not come through
And hoping doesn't work
So I will be the one to
Work! [x8]
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



All comments from YouTube:

@kevinschepp5434

watsky is like if Michel cera unleashed his savage side.

@charlescarranzainactiveacc3499

+Kevin Schepp Youth In Revolt? Haha

@larryrottenberk7771

+Joseph Hays Youth in Revolt i think

@sisibailhache3051

Omg I was thinking the same thing 😍😍😍 and I find both him and Michael Cera EXTREMELY HOT!! 😂😂😂

@iamtrashman3089

When he was performing at his Aus show, he didn't come out so we all started chanting Michael Cera and he came out, it was fucking hilarious

@alexsayther1603

Kevin Schepp know what the use tchotchke for when he came a young man

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@mybikiniarea

i never thought michael cera could inspire me so much omg

@gameguy9212

Wait, what? What does that have to do with this song?

@LetsGetFrosty

THATS who I was thinking of! I couldn't put a finger on it

@kyleb707

I knew I wasnt the only one who thought he looked like George-Michael. lol.

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