Must be the clothes or the shoes I wear

Should've got no tattoo or should've cut my hair

Straightened up, followed norms, rules

Never look like them tough boys who dropped out of school



'Cos that didn't get me nowhere

Where the fast money's at

A hard days work don't pay no my way

Ain't it hard when you discover that



Got a job like my old man

He was at the railroad, I chose the planes

For a year or two and then I had enough

My tender back found that way too rough



'Cos that didn't get me nowhere

Where the fast money's at

A hard days work don't pay no my way

Ain't it hard but you are not alone, alone



There are so many of us who work hard

Only to satisfy the stock market brokers

Oh yes, oh yes, they're keeping us out of money

Oh yes, oh yes, they're keeping us out of money