Jehtro Tull

Working John, Working Joe



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