Working For The Fatman

Every day is Monday In the house up on the hill They're taking out the windows But we're working up there still Till the sun goes down You can hear the wheels go 'round And I'll slave away saving all I can Till then I'm workin', I'm workin' for the fat man Looking out the window As I dream my colored dreams Swaying to the rhythm Of the sound of the machines Till the sun goes down You can hear the wheels go 'round Between you and me, I've taken all I can But I'm still working, I'm working for the fat man I'm never gonna work I'm never gonna work for that man again But I'm stuck on the line Stuck on the line till I'm sixty-five Hey look out Jack, going to break your back Things will fall and your bones will crack Till they send you down For a couple of years in shadow town Living without breathing Isn't everything it seems Swaying to the rhythm Of the sound of the machines Till the sun goes down You can hear the wheels go 'round And I'll slave away saving all I can Till then I'm working, I'm working for the fat man Till then I'm working, I'm working for the fat man