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"Is night okay with you?"
"Yes"
"Hey, you got yourself a job, homie"

shift ain't never dead
We go to when people go to bed
We got a tremendous overload
The boss don't care about the dress

So, if hair's messed up, come on in
Nobody don't care 3 in the mornin'
I'm fantasizin' a six fo'
as hell, moppin' the flo

I don't but I gots the hunch
(What's that?)
That it's almost time for
cigarettes in the parkin' lot
All the homies tellin' 'bout the women they got

Nobody gets offended at a racial
(Why?)
Everybody's laughin', tryin' to stay
(Yeah)
We it easy though times are hard
practical jokes on the security guard

And if you late, the boss won't boot ya
Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the
Don't even if you feel tired
Take a little nap, you won't get

Drink a little , smoke you a spliff
(Beer, spliff)
Nobody cares on the graveyard
(Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh)

Party, on the graveyard
(Yeah, party)
Party, on the shift
(Oh yeah, now)
(You don't to slave)
You don't have to slave too on the graveyard
(Oh)

Hey, yeah, uh
My is Joseph Foreman, they call me, 'Fro
('Cuz)
I worked at the neighborhood grocery
We actin' like a bunch of kids
Playin' with the trash can lids

When the boss man comes, we don't run
He's a fool like us just to have fun
shift is a little bit prouder
Play the radio just a little bit

DJ playin' midnight mix
(Mix)
Dance contest on number six
(Six)
Bumpin' old school too short rhyme
(Uh)
Got the in a soul train line

If you wanna act crazy, go and be wild
If you rap, go ahead and freestyle
Graveyard shift, you can't beat it
If you get hungry, grab and eat it
(Ha,ha)

Drinkin' in the with my home girl
(Yeah)
The beer's on the house the corporate world
Act like a fool the break of dawn
Yellin' curse words on the

Drag racin' with the lift
Nobody cares on the graveyard
(You what I'm sayin'? Ha)

Party on the graveyard
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the graveyard
(Alright, yeah)
(You have to slave, oh yeah)
You don't to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Break it down, fellas)
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

I never would work on
(Daytime)
Graveyard is my play time
(Playtime)
Daytime are flaky
(Flaky)
Daytime jobs are shaky like Jello
(What? Gelatin)

So, I work graveyard like a skeleton
(Yeah)
An afro-classic is I am
I drive to work a traffic jam
Everybody on the graveyard is like my
lookin' out for each other

Speak up fo' ya I lawyer
If you come late, we'll punch the fo' ya
We gots no money but we got
If you car break down give you a ride

'Cause the corporate is oh so cold
To the people at the bottom of the totem
Divided we fall, we stand
you need? Get it from the Afroman

I'm not a but I got the hook up
For the barbecue ribs you wanna up
And if you need to get drunk with
Call the homeboys the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the collar workers
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

on the graveyard shift
(If the lookin' for me
I'm in my car asleep, you know I'm sayin'?)
Party on the graveyard
(Hey, so my back
'Cuz tap on the or something, ha, ha)
You don't have to too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

Happiness is to find
is a state of mind
It can't be found in or wealth
It's found deep inside yourself

Brothers, singin' the blues
parties and barbecues
Don't destroy your life, enjoy life
Play with your kids and make love to wife

Drink a little beer, don't no crack
Have a good time Christ comes back
Keep your head high, keep your stiff
see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift

Party on the graveyard
Party on the shift
You don't have to slave too hard on the
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

(Hey, this out loco)
No dental plan, no
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Said no vacation, the man care
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Ain't got no union no
(Graveyard, graveyard)

Dirty and a short paycheck
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Workin' minimum wage
(Graveyard, graveyard)
We gotta get some kinda way
(Come on man)