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(C)I don't want your (G)millions,
(C)Mister,
I don't (F)want your diamond (C)ring.
All I (F)want is the right to live, (C)Mister,
Give me (G)back my job a(G)gain.
Now, I don't want your Rolls-Royce, Mister,
I don't want your pleasure yacht.
All I want's just food for my babies,
Give to me my old job back.
We worked to build
this country, Mister,
While you enjoyed a life of ease.
You've stolen all that we built, Mister,
Now our children starve and freeze.
So, I don't want
your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, Mister,
Give me back my job again.
Think me dumb if
you wish, Mister,
Call me green, or blue, or red.
This one thing I sure know, Mister,
My hungry babies must be fed.
Take the two old
parties, Mister,
No difference in them I can see.
But with a Farmer-Labor Party
We could set the people free.
So, I don't want
your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, Mister,
Give me back my job again
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