| I don’t want your millions, Mister,
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| I don’t want your diamond ring.
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| All I want is the right to live, Mister,
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| Give me back my job again.
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| Now, I don’t want your Rolls-Royce, Mister,
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| I don’t want your pleasure yacht.
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| All I want’s just food for my babies,
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| Give to me my old job back.
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| We worked to build this country, Mister,
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| While you enjoyed a life of ease.
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| You’ve stolen all that we built, Mister,
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| Now our children starve and freeze.
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| So, I don’t want your millions, Mister,
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| I don’t want your diamond ring.
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| All I want is the right to live, Mister,
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| Give me back my job again.
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| Think me dumb if you wish, Mister,
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| Call me green, or blue, or red.
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| This one thing I sure know, Mister,
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| My hungry babies must be fed.
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| Take the two old parties, Mister,
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| No difference in them I can see.
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| But with a Farmer-Labor Party
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| We could set the people free.
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| So, I don’t want your millions, Mister,
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| I don’t want your diamond ring.
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| All I want is the right to live, Mister,
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| Give me back my job again |