You're ruinin my life

Down at work it's gettin' bad, gettin' kind-a rough as a cob
My boss has done told me, better get my mind back on my job
Th' guys that work around me, they've done started into shunnin' me too
I guess they're tired of hearin' me whining the blues about you

You're ruinin' my life, you're ruinin' my life
You're ruinin' my life, you're ruinin' my life
I ain't makin' it so I can't go on this way
You're ruinin' my life, you're ruinin' my life

Th' bus conductor tells me, "Buddy, why don't you get some rest?
Your eyes are gettin' baggy and your suit sure needs a press!"
Every Sunday morning I wake up and I'm almost dead
From crying all Saturday night lying in my bed

You're ruinin' my life, you're ruinin' my life
... etc