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When I was a young man as all good tales begin
I was taught to hold out my hand
And for my pay I worked, an honest day
And took what pittance I could win

Now I'm a working John and I'm a working Joe
And I'm doing what I know
For God and the economy
Big brother watches over me

And the state protects and feeds me
And my conscience never leaves me
And I'm loyal to the unions
Who protect me at all levels

Now, as I grew, the winds of fortune blew
And the bank smiled down upon me
And mortgaged to the hilt I threw
The breeze of caution's behind me

Now I'm a working John and I'm a working Joe
And I'm good at what I know
And God and the economy
Have blessed me with equality

Now I'm equal to the best of you
And better than the rest of you
Who would criticize my success
In times of national unrest

Now I own my horseless carriage
In its central heated garage
And I commute eighty miles a day
Up at seven to make it pay

I direct ten limited companies
With seeming consummate expertise
Two ulcers and a heart disease
A trembling feeling in both knees

And I'm a working John, I'm a working Joe
And I'm doing what I know
But God and the economy
Big brother watches over me

And the state protects and feeds me
And my conscience never leaves me
And I'm loyal to the unions
Who protect me at all levels

I'm a working John, yes, I'm a working Joe
And I'm a working John, yes, I'm a working Joe
When I was a young man as all good tales begin   I was taught to hold out my hand   And for my pay I worked, an honest day   And took what pittance I could win      Now I'm a working John and I'm a working Joe   And I'm doing what I know   For God and the economy   Big brother watches over me      And the state protects and feeds me   And my conscience never leaves me   And I'm loyal to the unions   Who protect me at all levels      Now, as I grew, the winds of fortune blew   And the bank smiled down upon me   And mortgaged to the hilt I threw   The breeze of caution's behind me      Now I'm a working John and I'm a working Joe   And I'm good at what I know   And God and the economy   Have blessed me with equality      Now I'm equal to the best of you   And better than the rest of you   Who would criticize my success   In times of national unrest      Now I own my horseless carriage   In its central heated garage   And I commute eighty miles a day   Up at seven to make it pay      I direct ten limited companies   With seeming consummate expertise   Two ulcers and a heart disease   A trembling feeling in both knees      And I'm a working John, I'm a working Joe   And I'm doing what I know   But God and the economy   Big brother watches over me      And the state protects and feeds me   And my conscience never leaves me   And I'm loyal to the unions   Who protect me at all levels      I'm a working John, yes, I'm a working Joe   And I'm a working John, yes, I'm a working Joe
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