9 to 5

So I pulled out the Dolly Parton CD for this week. It will be the only music CD I will play for the entire week as I again resume my teacher duties. I don’t care if you call yourself a Dolly fan or a country fan-or not-I defy you to resist the urge to tap your fingers, stomp your foot, tilt your head back as if howling at the moon, and pump your fist in the air as you & she wail out, “Working 9 to 5!…What a way to make a livin’ barely getting’ by!” I play this song on repeat at a blaring levels all over town: at the gas station, the electric company, on the way to the grocery store, through the drive thru, and the long way through the neighborhood. And yes, people stare. And I don’t care. Because Dolly is my TN home-girl and I’m loyal-maybe not fashionable-but loyal to the end. This working-woman-anthem feeds my weary soul. So take the Dolly challenge: Put her on your IPOD-and your inner working girl will thank you.

Take it away, Dolly!!!

Tumble outta bed
And I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch
And try to come to life
Jump in the shower
And the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the street
The traffic starts jumpin'
The folks like me on the job
from 9 to 5
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Workin' 9 to 5
What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
It's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
If you let it
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9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I
Would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead
But the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man
is out to get me
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Workin' 9 to 5
What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
It's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind
And you never get the credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
If you let it