"Is night shift okay with you?"

"Yes."

"Hey well you got yourself a job, homie"

[Verse 1]

Graveyard shift ain't never dead

We go to work when people go to bed

We got a tremendous work overload

The boss don't care about the dress code

So if your hair's messed up, come on in

Nobody don't care 3 o'clock in the mornin'

I'm fantasizin' about a six fo'

Broke as hell, moppin' the flo'

I don't know but I gots the hunch (what's that?)

That it's almost time for lunch

Smokin' cigarettes in the parkin' lot

All the homies tellin' lies 'bout the women they got

Nobody gets offended at a racial joke (why?)

Everybody's laughin', tryin' to stay woke (yeah)

We takin' it easy though times are hard

Pullin' practical jokes on the security guard

And if you come late, the boss won't boot ya

Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the future

Don't even trip if you feel tired

Take a little nap, you won't get fired

Drink a little beer (beer), smoke you a spliff (spliff)

Nobody cares on the graveyard shift (uh, yeah, yeah uh, uh)

{*mouth scratches a chicken cluck*}

[Hook]

Paaaaaaaaarty (yeah!) on the graveyard shift (paaarty)

Paaaaaaaaarty (oh yeah! alright now) on the graveyard shift

(you don't have to slave)

You don't have to slave too hard (oh!) on the grave-aveyard

[Verse 2]

Hey, yeah, uh

My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me 'Fro (cuz)

I worked at the neighborhood grocery store

We actin' crazy like a bunch of kids

Playin' frisbee with the trash can lids

When the bossman comes, baby we don't run

He's a fool like us just tryin' to have fun

Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder

Play the radio just a little bit louder

DJ playin' that midnight mix (mix)

Dance contest on isle number six (six)

Bumpin' that old school Too $hort rhyme (uh)

Got the homeboys in a Soul Train line

If you wanna act crazy, go ahead and be wild

If you wanna rap, go ahead and freestyle

Graveyard shift, you just can't beat it

If you get hungry, grab something and eat it (haha)

Drinkin' in the back with my home girl (yeah)

The beer's on the house from the Corporate World

Act like a fool 'til the break of dawn

Yellin' curse words on the intercom

Drag racin' with the fork lift

Nobody cares on the graveyard shift

(you know what I'm sayin', ha!)

[Hook]

Paaaaaaaaarty (yeah!) on the graveyard shift (everyday)

Paaaaaaaaarty (alright! yeah!) on the graveyard shift

(you don't have to slave, oh yeah!)

You don't have to slave too hard on the grave-aveyard

(break it down, fellas) ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse 3]

I never would work on daytime (daytime)

Graveyard shift is my play time (playtime)

Daytime jobs are flaky (flaky)

Daytime jobs are shaky like (what?) Jello Gelatin (gelatin)

So I work graveyard shift like a skeleton (yeah)

An afro-classic is what I am

I drive to work without a traffic jam

Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother

Always lookin' out for each other

Speak up fo' ya like I lawyer

If you come late, we'll punch the clock fo' ya

We gots no money but we got pride

If you car break down I'll give you a ride

Cause the Corporate World is oh so cold

To the people at the bottom of the totem pole

Divided we fall, together we stand

What you need? Get it from the Afroman

I'm not a thief but I got the hook up

For the barbeque ribs you wanna cook up

And if you need somebody to get drunk with

Call the homeboys from the graveyard shift

(Dedicated to all the blue collar workers

Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

[Hook]

Paaaaaaaaarty (if the boss lookin' for me)

On the graveyard shift (I'm in my car asleep, you know what I'm sayin')

Paaaaaaaaarty (hey so watch my back cuz)

On the graveyard shift (tap on the window or something, haha)

You don't have to slave too hard on the grave-aveyard

Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse 4]

Happiness is hard to find

Happiness is a state of mind

It can't be found in fame or wealth

It's found real deep inside yourself

Brothers, stop singin' the blues

Throw parties and barbeques

Don't destroy your life, enjoy your life

Play with your kids and make love to your wife

Drink a little beer, don't smoke no crack

Have a good time before Christ comes back

Keep your head high, keep your back stiff

I'll see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift

[Hook]

Paaaaaaaaarty on the graveyard shift

Paaaaaaaaarty on the graveyard shift

You don't have to slave too hard on the grave-aveyard

Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh

[Outro]

(hey, check this out loco)

No dental plan (graveyard!) no medicare (graveyard!)

Said no vacation (graveyard!) the Man don't care (graveyard!)

Ain't got no union (graveyard!) no respect (graveyard!)

Dirty uniforms (graveyard!) and a short paycheck (graveyard!)

Workin' minimum wage (graveyard!) everyday (graveyard!)

We gotta get over (come on man) some kinda way

{*chicken cluck*}