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PLEASE MR. FOREMAN

PLEASE MR. FOREMAN WON’T YOU PLEASE LET ME GO HOME
MY ARMS FEEL SO LONELY, LIKE ROCKS ON MY SOUL
I DON’T NEED THE WORK BUT I SURE NEED THE DOUGH

PLEASE MR. FOREMAN MY DON’T LOOK AT ME SO
I AIN’T NO STRIKER, I DON’T NEVER SIT DOWN
LAST WEEK WHEN THEY STRUCK, I JUST STAYED AT HOME
WATCHING T.V. AND RESTING MY WEARY OLD BONES.

PLEASE MR. FOREMAN THERE’S A CHANGE IN THE WIND
THEY’RE PUTTING A MACHINE IN MY PLACE AND REPLACING YOU WITH A WRENCH
WE’LL BOTH HIT THE STREETS WITH NO PLACE TO GO
WE’LL BOTH HIT THOSE STREETS WITH NO JOB AND NO HOME

OH MR. FOREMAN YOU KNOW I LIKE MY PAY
I KEEP ON MOVING LIKE A MOUSE IN A MAZE
I PUNCH IN EVERY DAY AND DO MY JOB WELL
LORD HOW CAN YOU MESS UP SPRAYING PAINT ON A WELD

(C) BEEN WORKING HERE LONG ENOUGH, JUST LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW
I DON’T NEED THE WORK BUT I SURE NEED THE DOUGH

PLEASE MR FOREMAN IT’S SO LONELY ON THIS LINE
I KEEP ON MOVING BUT I’VE STILL GOT THE TIME
TIME TO PLAN AND THINK AND DREAM ABOUT SOMETHING MORE
BETTER THAN WELDING AND PAINTING THESE DOORS (C)

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