Hey, Mr. President   All your congressmen too   You got me frustrated   And I don?t know what to do      I?m trying to make a living   I can?t save a cent   It takes all of my money   Just to eat and pay my rent      I got the blues   Got those inflation blues      You know, I?m not one of those high brows   I?m average Joe to you   I came up eating cornbread   Candied yams and chicken stew      Now you take that paper dollar   It?s only that in name   The way that buck has shrunk   It?s a lowdown dirty shame      That?s why I got the blues   Got those inflation blues   'Cause I have      Mr. President, please cut the price of sugar   I wanna make my coffee sweet   I wanna smear some butter on my bread   And I just got to have my meat      When you start rationing   You really played the game   And things are going up and up and up and up   And my check remains the same      That?s why I got the blues   Got those inflation blues