When I was young and under ten
A silly wee fool was I
The morning that I left the school
I heard my mother cry
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
And a grindstone to your nose
Get up get out and get your stock up
Find a group of chickens sippin' get the flock drunk
Contribute to the party treat it like a potluck
You best believe I'm gettin' up tomahawk dunk
We gotta suit up, then clock in and go work
Grinding hard and I ain't strikin' 'til my toes hurt
It ain't a secret ain't no need to be so covert
I keep it straight up, most of ya'll ain't go no vert
Let's keep it real
We gotta move to keep the wheels rollin'
Rock until our heels swolen
Walk until they feel broken
Stopping for no blockin' obstacle just like a real trojan
Why ya'll swervin' faded like you drink banana peel potion
Get off the gravel and just quit the moanin'
Cause I am never slippin homie, ya'll be trippin slowly
Ya'll are hoarders steady lying in the clutter
It's easy to look up when your mind's in the gutter