"Is night shift okay with you?"   "Yes"   "Hey, well you got yourself a job, homie"      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 , smoke you a spliff   (Beer, spliff)   Nobody cares on the graveyard shift   (Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh)      Party, on the graveyard shift   (Yeah, party)   Party, on the graveyard shift   (Oh yeah, alright now)   (You don't have to slave)   You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard   (Oh)      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 boss man 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 short 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   (Ha,ha)      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)      Party on the graveyard shift   (Yeah, everyday)   Party on the graveyard shift   (Alright, yeah)   (You don't have to slave, oh yeah)   You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard   (Break it down, fellas)   Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh      I never would work on daytime   (Daytime)   Graveyard shift is my play time   (Playtime)   Daytime jobs are flaky   (Flaky)   Daytime jobs are shaky like Jello Gelatin   (What? 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 barbecue 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')      Party on the graveyard shift   (If the boss lookin' for me   I'm in my car asleep, you know what I'm sayin'?)   Party on the graveyard shift   (Hey, so watch my back   'Cuz tap on the window or something, ha, ha)   You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard   Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh      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 barbecues   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      Party on the graveyard shift   Party on the graveyard shift   You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard   Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh      (Hey, check this out loco)   No dental plan, no Medicare   (Graveyard, graveyard)   Said no vacation, the man don't care   (Graveyard, graveyard)   Ain't got no union no respect   (Graveyard, graveyard)      Dirty uniforms and a short paycheck   (Graveyard, graveyard)   Workin' minimum wage everyday   (Graveyard, graveyard)   We gotta get over some kinda way   (Come on man)