All Work And No Play

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