Now I’m a concrete worker with a dark history
The story that I tell, keeps on haunting me
Well one day, I saw something horrid
I almost puked, I ran right toward it


Running on the dam job
I rushed to what looked like a big blob
When I saw a head bob
I looked away


That mornin’ they were pourin’, I couldn’t watch
That’s the day, I turned to scotch
Helps me cope and dulls the pain
I wondered why he had to be slain!



Give me all your best scotch!
I cannot believe what I’ve just watched!
Kick me in my damn crotch!
Am I Insane?



Well there’s some real tough goombahs in a crime family
They’re bumping people off, like they’ve hunted me
So I put a little scotch in my lunch box case
I cannot me forget the face I can’t erase!


Drinking on the dam job!
‘Cause I’m, running from the damn mob!
Thinking I’m a whack job!
I’m not insane!


Drinking on the dam job!
Why did I ever take this damn job!
Get me off this dam job!
Hoffa‘s his name!