You get up in the morning, to join the common herd
Your lot - is a hard one, or so I have heard
I know how hard it is, to bust one's a**
'Cause I'm a Friend Of A Friend - Of The Working Cla**
I'm a Friend of a Friend, yeah!
I'm a Friend of a Friend of your cla**
Well, I heard about the workin' man, what they say ya'll
How the working man slaves his life away
And though I never had to work an honest day myself
'Cause since the day I been born I been a'rollin' in wealth, Hah!
I heard how the work just never stops
How the working man works 'til he's ready to drop, ya'll
And you know I can well imagine what it must be like
Although my own hands are just a'soft and white
But I know what it's like to have to bust your a**
'Cause I'm a Friend Of A Friend Of The Working Cla**
Unnnhh!
Well, the working man he can't never win-hhh
Every job he gets done - has to do it again, ya'll
And I can really believe that it must be tough
No matter how hard he works it ain't never enough
Yeah, he got to run when the boss is callin'
I find the whole thing simply appallin'
He can't barely fulfill his own basic needs
Every little babe another - mouth to feed
Well, I know what it's like to have to bust your a**
'Cause I'm a Friend Of A Friend Of The Working Cla**
Well, I know what it's like to have to bust your a**
'Cause I'm a Friend Of A Friend Of The Working Cla**
Well, I know what it's like to have to bust your a**!
'Cause I'm a Friend Of A Friend Of The Working Cla**!
Allll-Right!