Lyric Uncle John from Jamaica

8 o clock get up get outta bed
I feel like a truck ran over my head
Another day of stress and sorrow
Skip breakfast, cause I gotta go
Ain t got no time to take it slow
And I will do my hair tomorrow

I can t take it no more
Oh no no no
Is this what I m living for?

But my Uncle John from Jamaica
Keeps on calling every day
J about me and you
And we ll never be the same again