(Van Morrison)
All work and no play
Makes Jack a dull chap

When it comes to the crunch
It s too much I've got to stop
No pain and no gain it s driving me insane


I d like to be somewhere else
Like to be all by myself

Like to be down at the beach
Relaxing at the sugar shack
Hot dogs coffee black

Coca cola kicking back

I'm just a wild and crazy guy

But I m tearing at the seams
Before you can say Jack Robinson
I'll be seeing you in my dreams

She's on a blanket with a book
In the shade, white suit


Happy hour at the bar
And I m jamming with some friends
We're up to the same tricks

Drinking @@#!tails getting our kicks
Later on by the pool
Looking good ah, be cool


There's no craic double back
Moving on down the track

Moving on down the line
Got to chill out in style
Got to ease my troubled mind

Thinking just might be a crime

All work and no play

Makes Jack a dull chap
When it comes to the crunch
It's too much I've got to stop

No pain no gain it's all going
Down the drain