When normal folks with easy lives are digesting dinner,
and putting the kids to bed,
maybe reading the papers, or catching a movie,
I get ready for work instead.

When the trains stop running, and the streets grow bare,
there's no easy to way to get downtown;
that's when all the hardworkin' heroes like me
put on our posting gowns.

I work the night shift, I work the night shift.
Honey, I got no time for romance;
I work the night shift, I work the night shift
at the consent manufacturing plant.

Some people these days, they don't know the meaning
of sacrifice for the greater good.
Ooh, my fingers are achin', and my back's all crooked;
if I could give up posting, I would.

But there's people who need me, I can't let down.
In a perfect world, where I called the shots,
I'd be in bed beside you, my pretty baby,
instead of here fighting the bots.

But I work the night shift, I work the night shift.
Honey, I got no time for romance.
I work the night shift, I work the night shift
at the consent manufacturing plant.

In a simpler world, if we all changed roles,
I'd do backbreaking labor instead of battling the trolls;
but this is my curse, it's my cross to bear,
somebody convinced these poor fools that they deserve healthcare.

I work the night shift, I work the night shift.
Honey, I got no weekend plans.
I work the night shift, I work the night shift
at the consent manufacturing plant.
I work the night shift, I work the night shift.
I wish I had rosé and a xan,
but I work the night shift, I work the night shift,
at the consent manufacturing plant,
at the consent manufacturing plant,
at the consent manufacturing plant.