Hook]
[D#] [F#]
[B]And the moral of the story is
[D#] [F#]
[B]And the moral of the story is
[D#](Work!) till your arms fall [F#]off
Till your [B]abs get hard and your bone''s all soft
(Just[D#] WORK!) till your hands go [F#]numb
And they [B]cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Verse 1]
I [D#]write till my fingers look like a bouquet of [C#]roses
[B]You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz
[D#]Focus it''s Quiet Coyote come on le[C#]t's go kids
[B]Everybody get together with a study buddy
And then [B]talk about the fks that I don''t give
[D#]Because it?'s so b[C#]ig and explosive
[B]But a lotta people don't live, they don't ever get a motive
[D#]If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what [C#]hope is
[B]If I didn''t have it I would ask you where the rope is
[D#]Work is my church and so the [C#]studio''s the closest
I spit it [B]sick until my cootie flow''s the grossest
[D#]Don?'t be so psed just b[C#]e focused on your own sht
[B]
''Cause we Super-californialistic-sexy-and-we-knows-it
[D#]You're not my biness,[C#] I go for number one, not a top five finish
[B]You can have a chicken pot pie
But I?'m thinking that I'm[B] gonna have another can of Popeye'[D#]'s spinach
I'm a Rottweiler, [C#]pop my collar when I pop my fur
You're [B]on my nerves, mark my words
Gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf[D#]
[Hook]
[D#]Wor[F#]k
[B]And the moral of the story is
[D#]Wor[F#]k
[B]And the moral of the story is
[D#](Work!) till your arms fall [F#]off
Till your [B]abs get hard and your bone''s all soft
(Just[D#] WORK!) till your hands go [F#]numb
And they [B]cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Verse 2]
[D#]Work until I'm black and yellow black and y[C#]ellow, worker bee
[B]I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy
[D#]Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mah[C#]ogany
[B]Honestly, can''t you tell I'm working, bch don''t bother me
[D#]Show some modesty,[C#] if you''re watching me
A [B]bch is anybody in my way it's not misogyny
[D#]But if your blockin'' me I w[C#]ill soon defeat you
I will [B]build a bridge above you, or I'll tunnel underneath you
I will [D#]eat you and excrete you and I'll [C#]feed you to the flowers
If I [B]need to I'll go through you and absorb your fking powers
[D#]I put in hour after [C#]hour let's be crystal clear
[B]I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years
[D#]I''ll fingerbang my fea[C#]rs, I'll fking punch a dragon
[B]Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
[D#]'Cause waiting doesn't work,[C#] and praying may not come through
[B]And hoping doesn''t work. So I will be the one to (work)
[Hook]
[D#]Wor[F#]k
[B]And the moral of the story is
[D#]Wor[F#]k
[B]And the moral of the story is
[D#](Work!) till your arms fall [F#]off
Till your [B]abs get hard and your bone''s all soft
(Just[D#] WORK!) till your hands go [F#]numb
And they [B]cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Instrumental]
[D#] [F#] [B] [D#] [F#] [B]
[Bridge]
[D#]And maybe someday you might s[F#]ee me in a glossy photo
[B]No weirdo''s rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasim[D#]odo[F#][B]
[D#]And maybe someday you might s[F#]ee me in a glossy photo
[B]No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo[D#][F#]
[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#](Work!) till your arms fall [F#]off
Till your [B]abs get hard and your bone''s all soft
(Just[D#] WORK!) till your hands go [F#]numb
And they [B]cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Verse 1]
I [D#]write till my fingers look like a bouquet of [C#]roses
[B]You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz
[D#]Focus it''s Quiet Coyote come on le[C#]t's go kids
[B]Everybody get together with a study buddy
And then [B]talk about the fks that I don''t give
[D#]Because it?'s so b[C#]ig and explosive
[B]But a lotta people don't live, they don't ever get a motive
[D#]If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what [C#]hope is
[B]If I didn''t have it I would ask you where the rope is
[D#]Work is my church and so the [C#]studio''s the closest
I spit it [B]sick until my cootie flow''s the grossest
[D#]Don?'t be so psed just b[C#]e focused on your own sht
[B]
''Cause we Super-californialistic-sexy-and-we-knows-it
[D#]You're not my biness,[C#] I go for number one, not a top five finish
[B]You can have a chicken pot pie
But I?'m thinking that I'm[B] gonna have another can of Popeye'[D#]'s spinach
I'm a Rottweiler, [C#]pop my collar when I pop my fur
You're [B]on my nerves, mark my words
Gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf[D#]
[Hook]
[D#]Wor[F#]k
[B]And the moral of the story is
[D#]Wor[F#]k
[B]And the moral of the story is
[D#](Work!) till your arms fall [F#]off
Till your [B]abs get hard and your bone''s all soft
(Just[D#] WORK!) till your hands go [F#]numb
And they [B]cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Verse 2]
[D#]Work until I'm black and yellow black and y[C#]ellow, worker bee
[B]I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy
[D#]Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mah[C#]ogany
[B]Honestly, can''t you tell I'm working, bch don''t bother me
[D#]Show some modesty,[C#] if you''re watching me
A [B]bch is anybody in my way it's not misogyny
[D#]But if your blockin'' me I w[C#]ill soon defeat you
I will [B]build a bridge above you, or I'll tunnel underneath you
I will [D#]eat you and excrete you and I'll [C#]feed you to the flowers
If I [B]need to I'll go through you and absorb your fking powers
[D#]I put in hour after [C#]hour let's be crystal clear
[B]I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years
[D#]I''ll fingerbang my fea[C#]rs, I'll fking punch a dragon
[B]Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
[D#]'Cause waiting doesn't work,[C#] and praying may not come through
[B]And hoping doesn''t work. So I will be the one to (work)
[Hook]
[D#]Wor[F#]k
[B]And the moral of the story is
[D#]Wor[F#]k
[B]And the moral of the story is
[D#](Work!) till your arms fall [F#]off
Till your [B]abs get hard and your bone''s all soft
(Just[D#] WORK!) till your hands go [F#]numb
And they [B]cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb
[Instrumental]
[D#] [F#] [B] [D#] [F#] [B]
[Bridge]
[D#]And maybe someday you might s[F#]ee me in a glossy photo
[B]No weirdo''s rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasim[D#]odo[F#][B]
[D#]And maybe someday you might s[F#]ee me in a glossy photo
[B]No weirdo's rocked the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo[D#][F#]
[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]
