(Van Morrison). All work and no play. Makes Jack a dull chap. When it comes to the crunch. It s too much I've got to stop. No pain and no gain it s driving me insane. I d like to be somewhere else. Like to be all by myself. Like to be down at the beach. Relaxing at the sugar shack. Hot dogs coffee black. Coca cola kicking back. I'm just a wild and crazy guy. But I m tearing at the seams. Before you can say Jack Robinson. I'll be seeing you in my dreams. She's on a blanket with a book. In the shade white suit. Happy hour at the bar. And I m jamming with some friends. We're up to the same tricks. Drinking cocktails getting our kicks. Later on by the pool. Looking good ah be cool. There's no craic double back. Moving on down the track. Moving on down the line. Got to chill out in style. Got to ease my troubled mind. Thinking just might be a crime. All work and no play. Makes Jack a dull chap. When it comes to the crunch. It's too much I've got to stop. No pain no gain it's all going. Down the drain.