I ain’t gonna work on Apple’s farm no more
No I ain’t gonna work on Apple’s farm no more
Well, I wake in the morning
Bucking apples from the trees
I got a barrel full of apples
But I’m still down on my knees
Because buckin’ apples all day’s such a bore
I ain’t gonna work on Apple’s farm no more

I ain’t gonna work for Apple Bloom no more
No I ain’t gonna work for Apple Bloom no more
Well she always keeps on talkin’
‘Bout her cutie mark
And she asks me if she’ll get one,
‘Cause she feels so in the dark
Then she runs with the Crusaders out the door
I ain’t gonna work for Apple Bloom no more

I ain’t gonna work for Big Macintosh no more
No I ain’t gonna work for Big Macintosh no more
Well, he has a blank expression
He always keeps that up
But his words in conversation
Are just “Nope” and “Eeyup”
I don’t even know what he hangs around there for
Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Big Macintosh no more

I ain’t gonna work for Granny Smith no more
No I ain’t gonna work for Granny Smith no more
Well she talks to all the ponies
‘Bout how she just can’t relax
Everypony says
Her brain is behind Big Mac’s
She says there’s eight in her family, but there’s only four
I ain’t gonna work for Granny Smith no more

I ain’t gonna work for Applejack no more
No I ain’t gonna work for Applejack no more
Well I try my best
To be just like she is
But everpony’s mystified,
And they say, “Gee whiz,
Why be like Applejack when you have other things in store?”
I ain’t gonna work for Applejack no more