When I was a young man (as all good tales begin),
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
The breeze of caution behind me

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

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