Sam's Chop House

I’m working for the man
I’m working for the man
You know big fat Sam
Yeah he’s the man
Well you work so hard for a dollar a day
and maybe some day you might just get paid
oh boy, oh man I’m working for the man
I wear a shirt and a tie
(I wear a shirt and tie)
I wear a shirt and a tie
(I wear a shirt and tie)
When rich folks want my attention
they poke me in the eye
(poke me in the eye)
Well they ask me for gin
they say serve it in a glass that is tall and thin
I pray I don’ work here until I die
I’m working for the man
I’m working for the man
You know big fat Sam
Yeah he’s the man
Well you work so hard for a dollar a day
and maybe some day you might just get paid
oh boy, oh man I’m working for the man
Well I worked my father’s birthday
and oh lord well I missed his death
Old fat Sam has no respect
So I walked up to I’m pushed him on his knees
said hey fat Sam you better listen to me
Well you can count your money
but you sure can’t count on me
Oh I said well you can count your money
but you sure can’t count on me
I ain’t working for the man
I ain’t working for the man
You know big fat Sam
Yeah he’s the man
Well you work so hard for a dollar a day
and maybe some day you might just get paid
oh boy, oh man I’m working for the man
I ain’t working for the man
I ain’t working for the man
I ain’t working for the man oh no, no, no
I ain’t working for the man
You can count your money but you sure can’t count on me