All work and no play
   Makes Jack a dull chap
   When it comes to the crunch
   It s too much I've got to stop
   No pain and no gain it s driving me insane
  
   I d like to be somewhere else
   Like to be all by myself
   Like to be down at the beach
   Relaxing at the sugar shack
   Hot dogs coffee black
   Coca cola kicking back
  
   I'm just a wild and crazy guy
   But I m tearing at the seams
   Before you can say Jack Robinson
   I'll be seeing you in my dreams
   She's on a blanket with a book
   In the shade, white suit
  
   Happy hour at the bar
   And I m jamming with some friends
   We're up to the same tricks
   Drinking cocktails getting our kicks
   Later on by the pool
   Looking good ah, be cool
  
   There's no craic double back
   Moving on down the track
   Moving on down the line
   Got to chill out in style
   Got to ease my troubled mind
   Thinking just might be a crime
  
   All work and no play
   Makes Jack a dull chap
   When it comes to the crunch
   It's too much I've got to stop
   No pain no gain it's all going
   Down the drain