Laughing All The Way To The Plank Songtext

Elle Milano

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Laughing All The Way To The Plank Songtext
Job satisfaction, I can't get no
My head's about to blow over flat-packed furniture
And it's easy to find yourself alone with unpacked furniture

Why don't we find ourselves a home?
Cos money waits for no man
Big ideas sound best when on your own
We could wait, we could tempt fate!

Job satisfaction, I can't take no more
Cos darling don't you know I'm showroom furniture
And it's easy, like getting your attention
We go "Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!"

And it doesn't really matter if the money runs out because we never want to get out of here!

We don't say much but we say enough
I love the chemical equations in the way that we touch
And big success is alright at best
And I'll see you at the top where I couldn't care less

And I left those dreams in magazines...
(If we were blind we'd never get old, we'd never find a way out of this hole)
...under flat-packed furniture!

Don't! Don't clap!
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