Dan Shepherd

Lyrics

They called him Mr. Poet,
A self-appointed working person spokesman.
They called him Mr. B.,
A greedy narcissistic businessman.

He said “Hey Mister B.,
Why you don’t pay me enough,
To break my back doing your dirty deeds,
While you just smoke your cigar and puff.”

He said “Hey Mr. Poet,
While you work here your ass is mine,
I can replace the likes of you anytime.
Take a look at all the people in line.”

It ended with a tussle,
Both sides coming to blows
Both sides flexing their muscles
And Both sides bleeding their nose.

Some employers think their doing you a favor.
Some workers hate all authority.
It’s been that way for ages.
What was, what is, is what’s going be.