I spend my days on the road,
in motel rooms all full of mold.
Tryin' to fight the bosses greed,
spreadin'out the workers creed.
Its important work you know its true
takes all my time to push it through
So why am I sitting here with you
laughing like a fool????

Spaw, he is a funny boy
Charley constantly sings "Ships Ahoy"
Amos, a master of hyperbole
He's almost as good as me
Up in Princeton, Dick bitches of wrongs
committed by rubes on the old songs
What Little Hawk is saying in Canada's snows
Ain't nobody knows

All the bosses are happy today
Cause ole Mick has gone away,
instead of fighting for fairer pay
He's writing this stupid song



***chuckle***