I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to work, 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.
I don't want your millions, Mister, I don't want your diamond ring. All I want is the right to work, 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. Explain Request ×
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