We've taken all you've given
It's getting hard to make a living
Mr. President, have pity on the working man
We ain't asking you to love us
You may place yourself high above us
Mr. President, have pity on the working man
I know it may sound funny
But people everywhere are running out of money
We just can't make it by ourselves
It is cold and the wind is blowing
We need something to keep us going
Mr. President, have pity on the working man
Maybe you're cheating, maybe you're lying
Maybe you have lost your mind
Maybe you only think about yourself
Too late to run, too late to cry
The time has come for us to say goodbye
Mr. President, have pity on the working man
Mr. President, have pity on the working man
