I am not the original one Working man's son Nine to five and I'm barely alive When the day is done Want to laugh a bit Want to cry a bit Want to make myself complete Want to break you up Want to make you up Want to wail into the sheets Want to make myself complete Want to make mine Take you down to the far side of town Where the night becomes day Young girls speak of the side street chic And the band knows how to play While they fill you up And drink your cup As the room begins to sway Want to rock a bit Want to laugh a bit Want to wash the week away Want to make myself complete Can't fight the boys upstairs So you turn your sights on me I shouldn't really care Cause I've got what I might need Wanna make myself complete Yeah... If I get my way I'll be back there in no time Find a way to make love shine Like the sparks that fly from steel The band fights the night with the feel of their music I am not the original one Working man's son Nine to five and I'm barely alive When the day is done Want to laugh a bit Want to cry a bit Want to make myself complete Want to break you up Want to make you up Want to wail into the sheets Want to make myself complete Want to make myself Want to make mine Want to make my Want to make myself complete