My parents
run a Milk Bar, fourteen hours every day.
They can’t afford much junior help. They can’t afford to pay.
Little people pushed down every week, the whole situation’s a farce.
So I say, Please! Prime Minister, have pity on the working class.
Charlie Brown is a printer. Been one all his life.
Had his own business. Knew it all backwards, but he still got into strife.
Now he works for an English multi-national to support the family if
he can,
So I say, Please! Prime Minister, have pity on the working man.
Bridge:
Susan Brown is eighteen and down, she left school two Decembers ago.
She’d waited years to go to work, still everybody’s telling
her “No”.
No self respect, no self support, self identity, living in her parents’
shadow,
And next time around she’ll prob’ly vote Liberal, ‘cause
her folks and the newspapers say so.
She has no life control. She hangs with her friends and just waits for
her life to unfurl,
So I say Please! Prime Minister, have pity on the working girl.
Anna and Dimitri from a small Greek village came fifteen
seasons ago.
They worked three jobs and saved their money so their parents could
join them you know.
Now Dimitri’s out of work, their savings are going, and they wonder
where the spiral will end,
So I say, Please! Prime Minister, have pity on our migrant friends.