Eight a.m., I'm up and my Feet beatin' on the sidewalk Down at the unemployment agency All I get's talk I check the want ads but there Just ain't nobody hiring What's a man supposed to do When he's down and Out of work I need a job, I'm out of work I'm unemployed, I'm out of work I need a job, I'm out of work I go to pick my girl up Her name is Linda Brown Her dad invites me in He tells me to sit down The small talk that we're making Is going pretty smooth But then he drops a bomb "Son, what d'ya do?" I'm out of work I need a job, I'm out of work I'm unemployed, I'm out of work I need a job, I'm out of work Yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, Mr. President I know you got your plans You're doing all you can now To aid the little man We got to do our best to Whip that inflation down Maybe you got a job for me Just driving you around These tough times, they're enough To make a man lose his mind (I'm out of work) Up there you got a job but down here below I'm out of work I need a job, I'm out of work I'm unemployed, I'm out of work I need a job, I'm out of work Ooh, I'm out of work I'm out of work I'm out of work I'm out of work I'm out of work I'm out of work I'm out of workTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
