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Doug Wintch: Music

No Singin' on the Job

The working title for this album was always "Songs for Working Stiffs."  Then I started thinking I'd call the record, "Singin' on the Job" and this little ditty spilled out.  The other songs had all been recorded in Tacoma, a few months earlier. So my buddy Dan recorded this one for me in Salt Lake. I played and sang it live in the studio, and then overdubbed the backing vocals and whistling.

No singing on the job

Quit your whistling too

A hard working little grunt...(ugh)...

Is all we want from you

You weren’t hired to croon

Now get your dirty work done

We don’t pay you to think

That grown men should have fun

No one asked you to rap

We don’t need you to rhyme

No singing on the job

Do you feel me this time

     But mister Foreman you said

     This old hammer should ring

     As the staple guns clapped

     You made the saw blade sing

     When you told me the boards

     Were still waiting for me

     And that I should pack ‘em to the rafters

     It awakened a dream

No singing on the job

Quit your whistling too

A hard working little grunt...

Is all we want from you

Try to stay on task

Keep your gate mouth shut

Another ditty like that

And you’ll be out on your...butt..but...

     But mister Foreman you said

     This old hammer should ring

     And as the staple guns clapped

     You made the saw blade sing

     When you told me the boards

     Were still waiting for me

     And that I should pack 'em to the rafters

     It awakened a dream

No singing on the job

Quit your whistling too

A hard working little grunt...(ugh)...

Is all we want from you

A hard working little grunt...(that’s me)...

Is all we want from you