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