I've always daydreamed about working alone in a graveyard. This song came out of those dreams.
lyrics
Well I don't mind
Working in the graveyard
All my days spent with the dead
Their rest is silent
Solemn and lonely
And it gives me time to clear my head
I water their flowers
And I mow their grass
I keep their headstones
Looking all shiny for the people who pass
If there's a ghost hanging around
I say, "Get back, ghost.
"Get back in the ground."
I've got the best job in town
I'm working that graveyard shift
Day in day out
Well I don't mind
Working in the graveyard
All my days spent in the sun
Oh and though I grow older
I never grow lonely
Every day come three
I pour tea for one
I've got more friends here
Than I could count
Oh their epitaphs are talking
But you're never gonna hear no sound
And if them bones
Start to rattling I say,
"Settle down bones.
"Skedaddle on home."
I don't let nothing get me down
I'm working that graveyard shift
Day in day out
Oh but I must confess
When that bone band starts to jangle
I boogie on down
I can't help but do a little softshoe
And get off the ground
Oh that band knows all my buttons
To get me to shake
From midnight to one
I'm an old man writhing in the moonlight
Looking like a fool
Goodness sake
I'll tell you again
I've got the best job in town
I'm working that graveyard shift
Day in day out
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