Lyrics

We wanna try to do one more song tonight And until we started this tour we never did this song since 1977 at Max & Kansas City in New York And when we did, Bob 2 alway played the bass Yeah (I'll be a good boy) As Boogie Boy pointed out, Bob 2 is clocked out (yes) So tonight we have something special so we can do the song Someone special, and that's Bob 2's son Alex Alex Casale, come on out Come on, Alex (I remember when he wqas only this big) As you might expect, Alex is a natural (yes) So this is for Bob Alright, "Clock Out" I got my coat, I got my keys I got my head down to my lungs and move my feet Oh me, I got all the secretaries Down on their knees Look at 'em scoot They gonna clock out I'm bringing money in my fists I got my mammy, she sweep between my hips Oh me, I got the shitty little business Down on the block Get ready, get set 'Cause we gonna, we gonna We gonna clock out I got my money tied up in stock I got my mammy take my doggie for a walk Oh me, I got the biggest little business Down on the block Down on all fours 'Cause we gonna, we gonna We gonna clock out Take my advice, hear my decree I'm afraid the future's gonna be maintenance free I got the big brush for your bowl Baby, can't you dig my plea? Gonna gag Unless we clock out Uh, no, no, no Thank you (we are DEVO) We really are DEVO tonight We got the cameras, they all look at us, and Alex Alex Casale (thank you) Yeah (we are DEVO, goodnight)
Writer(s): Gerald Casale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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