Ray Weaver

Lyrics

Punchin’ Him Out

I go to work every day, that’s what a man does,
Lately my workday feels real long.
My bosses son is my boss, fresh out of school.
He ain’t never hit a lick in his damn life,
If I didn’t have the kids, didn’t have the wife,
The ain’t no tellin’ what this ol’ boy might do.

There ain’t nothin harder on a workin’ man son,
Than explaining my job to someone
who ain’t got half a clue what it’s all about
I need my job, and I need my pay
I swear to Paycheck, there’s comin’ that day
Instead of punchin’ in,
I’ll be punchin’ him out.

Don’t want to the kid get hurt,
but I’d like to rip that alligator off of his shirt
Stick it up where the workday sun don’t shine
Drop a load of wet cement on his 150,
It’s about time that truck got dirty.
It ticks off to see it next to mine.

There ain’t nothin harder on a workin’ man son,
Than explaining my job to someone
who ain’t got half a clue what it’s all about
I need my job, and I need my pay
I swear to Paycheck, there’s comin’ that day
Instead of punchin’ in,
I’ll be punchin’ him out.

(Solo)

There ain’t nothin harder on a workin’ man son,
Than explaining my job to someone
who ain’t got half a clue what it’s all about
I need my job, and I need my pay
I swear to Paycheck, there’s comin’ that day
Instead of punchin’ in,
I’ll be punchin’ him out.
(c) 2025 Ray Weaver