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 cocktails 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