It ain't my job to sweep the floor

Or move the stuff from door to door.

It ain't my job to hump a ton

Of this and that - it ain't much fun.

It ain't my job to wonder why

The boss is looking sad of eye.

It ain't my job to figure out what he's got to gripe about

It ain't my job to give a toss

Just what's screwing up the boss.

It ain't my job deliveries not met

Why should I break into a sweat?

It ain't my job to sharpen tools,

 If others do it, they're the fools.

 It ain't my job to even blush, when I join the pay-day rush.

It ain't my job to harm my health and do some thinking for myself.

It ain't my job to ruminate

On why the place will liquidate.

It ain't my job to stop and say

"Should I work harder every day?"

It ain't my worry. Why should I sob? For, after all, it ain't my job