Work Song
Nellie McKay Lyrics


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Deliver the paper deliver the porn
Deliver the baker deliver the morn
A quiverin' jibberin' shiverin' mass
Of sunshine and good times that I have to pass
On the way to my job on the way to my work
On the way to that slobberin' hoverin' jerk
Who's my boss today
Who's my boss to stay
Who's my supervisor when I'm in my grave
A slave on the run still under the gun
Of Attila the Hun with a cinnamon bun
I don't know son, was there somethin' I missed
I don't think Fritz Lang was a fantasist
Metropolis exists is this
If you listen close you can hear the piss

Every day's another loss
Need the pay so please the boss
Through the sludge they mingle by the mile
Every worker looks ahead
Ah the kiddies must be fed
So they trudge along in single file

Joo ming boohaaooo

And you turn and you toil
And you burn and you boil
In the tourniquet coil
Of the white folks' soil
Spoilin' with a malaise worse than disses or dope
Wakin' up in a haze
With your wishes and hopes
And your poor little dreams
All wrapped up in burlap
That you carry around
For a sniff or a snack
Or a taste in your haste
To get right back on track
Outta whack with the pack
But acquiring the knack
Of ignoring the rustle
That quietly seethes
The hustle, the buy-it
The air that you breathe

Every day's another loss
Need the pay so please the boss
Through the sludge they mingle by the mile
Every worker looks ahead
Ah the kiddies must be fed
So they trudge along in single file





Joo ming boohaaooo

Overall Meaning

Nellie McKay's "Work Song" is a commentary on the drudgery of working life- the monotony of going to the same job every day, working for a boss that you may not respect or like, and feeling trapped in a cycle of work that is never-ending. The verses are filled with images of various types of workers, from paperboys to bakers, all "trudging along in single file" to their respective jobs. The singer refers to their boss as "Attila the Hun with a cinnamon bun," suggesting that their boss is an aggressive, overbearing jerk who doesn't care about their employees. The chorus repeats the line "every day's another loss, need the pay so please the boss," emphasizing the fact that the singer is stuck in a job they don't enjoy but must continue to work in order to support themselves and their family.


The final lines of the song suggest that even when one is trying to escape the drudgery of work and pursue their dreams or passions, they are still hindered by the constant push to keep up with the rat race ("outta whack with the pack but acquiring the knack of ignoring the rustle that quietly seethes"). The title of the song is ironic, as the melody is upbeat and sounds like a traditional work song, but the lyrics tell a different story of discontent and frustration.


Line by Line Meaning

Deliver the paper deliver the porn
The singer is listing off various delivery jobs, including delivering newspapers and pornography.


Deliver the baker deliver the morn
Continuing from the previous line, the singer is listing more delivery jobs, including delivering baked goods and the morning.


A quiverin' jibberin' shiverin' mass
The singer describes a group of people who are nervous, uncertain and scared.


Of sunshine and good times that I have to pass
Despite the good times and bright sunshine, the artist has to journey through this crowd.


On the way to my job on the way to my work
The artist is on their way to work.


On the way to that slobberin' hoverin' jerk
The singer's boss is someone who is not respected and is often hovering around.


Who's my boss today
The singer's boss changes frequently.


Who's my boss to stay
The boss does not stay the same, and is always changing.


Who's my supervisor when I'm in my grave
Even in death, the artist is still being supervised and controlled by someone.


A slave on the run still under the gun
The artist feels like a slave, always under pressure and being chased by someone or something.


Of Attila the Hun with a cinnamon bun
The imagery represents an aggressive boss with an air of superiority.


I don't know son, was there somethin' I missed
The artist is confused and questioning if there was a step they overlooked.


I don't think Fritz Lang was a fantasist
The singer does not believe the director, Fritz Lang, was a fantasist (someone who creates imaginative stories).


Metropolis exists is this
The film Metropolis reflects the struggles of the working class, as seen in the crowd the singer travels through.


If you listen close you can hear the piss
There is a general feeling of dissatisfaction and negativity among the workers.


Every day's another loss
The artist feels like every day is a defeat or setback of some kind.


Need the pay so please the boss
The workers are only working to please their boss and make money for themselves.


Through the sludge they mingle by the mile
The workers are trudging through a difficult and tiring path or environment.


Every worker looks ahead
The workers are all focusing on what is ahead and trying to get through the day.


Ah the kiddies must be fed
The children of the workers need to be provided for and taken care of, so the workers continue to work to meet those needs.


So they trudge along in single file
The workers are slowly marching in a line, struggling through their workday.




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