Get up in the morning,
slaving for bread, sir,
so that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Get up in the morning,
slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

My wife and my kids,
they are packed up and leave me.
Darling, she said,
I was yours to be seen.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Shirt them a-tear up,
trousers are gone.
I don't want to end up
like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

After a storm there
must be a calm.
They catch me in the farm.
You sound the alarm.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

[Instrumental] I say...

Gets up in the morning
Slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor Me,The Israelites,aah.

My wife and my kids,
They are packed up and leave me,
Darling she said
I was yours to be seen.
Poor me,The Israelites. aah.

Look,shirt them a-tear up,
Trousers are gone.
I don't want to end up
Like Bonnie & Clyde.
Poor,Poor,The Isrealites, aah

I wonder who I'm working for.
Poor me, Israelite,
I look a-down and out, sir.

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