| I was taught to hold out my hand
|
| And for my pay I worked an honest day
|
| and took what pittance I could win
|
| Now I’m a working John and I’m a working Joe
|
| and I’m doing what I know
|
| for God and the Economy--
|
| Big brother watches over me And the state protects and feeds me And my conscience never leaves me And I’m loyal to the unions
|
| who protect me at all levels
|
| And as I grew, the winds of fortune blew
|
| and the bank smiled down upon me And mortgaged to the hilt I threw
|
| Now I’m a working John and I’m a working Joe
|
| and I’m good at what I know
|
| And God and the Economy
|
| have blessed me with equality
|
| Now I’m equal to the best of you
|
| And better than the rest of you
|
| who would criticise my success
|
| in times of national unrest
|
| Now I own my horseless carriage
|
| in its central-heated garage
|
| And I commute eighty miles a day--
|
| up at seven to make it pay
|
| I direct ten limited companies
|
| with seeming consummate expertise
|
| two ulcers and a heart disease
|
| a trembling feeling in both knees--
|
| I’m a working John and I’m a working Joe |