If you work all day*
Keep the rhythm through the night
Work all night,
Keep the rhythm through the day
Sell that soul
You'll be burning up right,
Got no soul
Well that's fine alright.
All I've ever known is true;
We'll pick it up and pack it up,
And put it in a bag
Sack it up like cinnamon
We'll get it real fast,
Until there's nothing left for/of you
Keep the rhythm,
Need a little money keep it working alright,
Help that soul a little help may do some right,
You don't need that soul well that's fine alright.
Work all day,
Keep the rhythm through the night
Work all night,
Keep the workin' all day
Tell our soul, "that's fine all right"
Sell our soul, that's fine all right
All I've ever known is true;
We'll pick it up and pack it up,
And put it in a bag
Stack it up like cinnamon
We'll get it real fast,
Until there's nothing left for/of you
Until there's nothing left of you