Some days won't end ever, and some days make me cry.
I got papers everyday. I just want to die.
Damned if you write them, damned if you don't.
I'm supposed to get a break next week; you know damn well I won't.

Workin on my paper. (Workin)
Workin on a paper. (Workin)
Working on my paper...Want to pass the class.
I'm working on my paper but it's a pain in the butt.

I can complain 'cause I don't have the time,
And writing about nonsense—it really is a crime.
Hundred dollar textbook, two hours of sleep.
My time and money are things I'd like to keep.

Workin on my paper. (Workin)
Workin on a paper. (Workin)
Working on my paper...Want to pass the class.
I'm working on my paper but it's a pain in the butt.

(Whoa-oh...working on a paper)
(Whoa-oh...want to pass the class)
(Whoa-oh...working on my paper)
(Who-oh-Oh)

Introduction, thesis statement, things I want to say.
Body paragraphs, back up facts; there is no other way.
Then there's the conclusion; I say it all again.
Put my name on it, staple it...I'm glad I didn't write in pen.

Workin on my paper. (Workin)
Workin on a paper. (Workin)
Working on my paper...Want to pass the class.
I'm working on my paper but it's a pain in the butt.

Working on my paper...Want to pass the class.
I'm working on my paper but it's a pain in the butt.

Working on my paper...Want to pass the class.