I usually use “lunch” as my go to substitute for “work”.

Or, now that I think of it, my “to go” substitute.

Wanna Whole Lotta Lunch

Way down inside,
You feed me.

Heh, reality based songs for the rest of us. Welcome to the chain gang…

Circumstance beyond our control… the phone our TV and the news of the world…

R.E.S.P.O.N.S. … I.B.I.L.I.T.Y !

It’s not unusual to work for anyone

Now that I think of it, it does seem like the entire catalog of pop music is aimed at mid-teens to late-20s. Or else the notion of leisure that I think of as having changed from the 1950’s to today actually changed from the 1980’s to today. Or perhaps it exists for everyone but me…

Work
Good God y’all
What is it good for?
Absolutely Nothin!

And she’ll have work work work til the repo takes the t bird away

Ooooooooh work to work you, baby.
Work, work me do.

Maybe not.

It works the other way too.

Oh I been lovin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down down down, lovin’ in a coal mine OOP about to slip down.

I’m lovin’ NINE to FIVE, what a way to make a livin!

Work work work work
Work the poor

Oh, I’ve been loving in a coal mine, goin’ down down down…