Gratification Composer(s): Robert B. Sherman; Richard M. Sherman Performer(s): Johnny Whitaker
Boys Chorus: You call this work? Well, ain't that funny We ain't doin' this for money Heck, it's just a regular Privilege to be occupied It's a source of pride Anyone can swim and fish on a Saturday Anyone can just lay down Layin' in a hammock, Layin' in the grass Like a lazy, no-good hound
Tom: They just know that I'm softhearted I was barely getting' started Now I'm givin' all of my fun away They keep beggin' me And I'm generous
I mean, when's the last time You could slosh a bucket Full of wash on a mile of fence? Look at them smilin' And havin' a time And all at my expense
Boys Chorus: And you get that deep down inside gratifaction Gratifyin' satisfac Well, I mean that deep-down inside gratifaction Oh, how good you feel When your shoulder's to the wheel
You don't need nothin' except ambition Elbow grease for ammunition And bang, what a righteous glow you get From honest sweat, It's a natural bet
Anyone who puts his Nose to the grindstone Is gonna get a great reward Your eyes will see the glory of The coming of the Lord
And you get that deep-down inside gratifaction Pure enjoyment from employ Well, I mean that deep-down inside gratifaction Oh, how good you feel When your shoulder's to the wheel
You don't need nothin' except ambition Elbow grease for ammunition And bang, what a righteous glow you get From honest sweat It's a natural bet
Anyone who puts his Nose to the grindstone Is gonna get a great reward Your eyes will see the glory of The coming of the Lord
And you get that deep-down inside gratifaction And you get that deep down inside gratifaction Gratifyin' satisfac Well, I mean that deep-down inside gratifaction Oh, how good you feel When your shoulder's to the wheel
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