Working John, Working Joe Lyrics

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 winds 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