I get up at seven, yeah,
And I go to work at nine.
I got no time for livin´,
Yes, I´m workin´ all the time.

Chorus
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am.
I guess that´s why they call me,
They call me the working man.

They call me the working man.
I guess that´s what I am.

I get home at five o´clock,
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer.
Always seem to be wonderin´
Why there´s nothin´ goin´ down here.

Chorus

Well they call me the working man.
I guess that´s what I am.