Allergic To Work

Woke up this morning, jumped out of my bed
 I had this achin' inside of my head
 My body was a-hurting, my fever was high
 I though for certain, I was gonna die
 When the doctor come, tapped on my chest
 Said: what you need son, is a little rest
 And said: sit down boy, 'cause this my hurt
 But I hate to tell you, but you're allergic to work
 I'm allergic to work lord,
 Allergic to work
 Yeah my doctor told me
 I'm allergic to work yeah yeah...
 I went to disability, Just to stake my claim
 I gave them all of my numbers, and I gave my name
 "What seems to be the problem?", said the fine young clerk
 Said: this pretty darling, I'm allergic to work
 I'm allergic to work lord,
 Allergic to work
 Yeah my gilrfriend told me,
 I'm allergic to work
 So if you see me, layin' in the shade
 Don't you go out thinking, that I've got it made
 'Cause you wouldn't wanna, be stuck in my shirt
 I got major problems, I'm allergic to work
 I'm allergic to work lord,
 Allergic to work
 Yeah my mama told me
 I'm allergic to work yeah yeah...