Early in the misty, misty morning 早在蒙蒙，薄雾的早晨

Headin' for another freeway jam 航向“再高速公路拥堵

Sleepy eyed and shivering 困了眼睛，颤抖

Waking up and wishing it was Sunday 起床和希望是星期天

I wish it was Sunday. 我希望它是星期天。

On the radio they're playin' love songs. 在电台，他们在表演着情歌。

Songs that make me want to turn around 歌曲，让我想转身

Fact'ry gates are up ahead Factry门是前方

I wish that I was home in bed with you, my love, 我想，我是家里的床上和你在一起，我的爱，

Back home with you, my love. 回到家里跟你，我的爱人。

   

But I work to make a living 但我的工作来谋生

And I work without a break 而我的工作不休息

And I work when I am sleeping 而我，当我睡觉的工作

And I work when I'm awake 而我，当我醒来的工作

Yes, and I'd like to leave the city 是的，我想离开这个城市

But I can't afford the move 但我买不起的举动

And I think I'm goin' under 而且我觉得我在布莱恩

With those way down low down 与那些一路下滑低下来

Smokey fact'ry blues. 烟熏factry蓝调。

   

I was born a lover not a worker. 我出生在一个没有情人的工人。

Money doesn't smell like sweet perfume 钱不闻起来像甜甜的香水

Some of us feel out of place 我们中有些人觉得格格不入

With engine oil upon our face. 随着在我们脸上的发动机油。

Believe me, you better believe me. 相信我，你最好相信我。