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