I don't want your millions, Mister, I don't want your diamond ring. All I want is the right to live, Mister, Give me back my job again. Now, I don't want your Rolls-Royce, Mister, I don't want your pleasure yacht. All I want's just food for my babies, Give to me my old job back.
We worked to build this country, Mister, While you enjoyed a life of ease. You've stolen all that we built, Mister, Now our children starve and freeze.
So, I don't want your millions, Mister, I don't want your diamond ring. All I want is the right to live, Mister, Give me back my job again.
Think me dumb if you wish, Mister, Call me green, or blue, or red. This one thing I sure know, Mister, My hungry babies must be fed.
Take the two old parties, Mister, No difference in them I can see. But with a Farmer-Labor Party We could set the people free.
So, I don't want your millions, Mister, I don't want your diamond ring. All I want is the right to live, Mister, Give me back my job again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
