lyrics to a song I wrote the ther day
I sit in my air-conned office all day
Pushing paper, slaving away
People don't realise how hard I work.
I wish I could be on the dole
with no pride from achieving goals
and no reason to get up in the morn.
If it weren't for the f**king poor people
I wouldn't have to pay tax
so I could afford to get a pool
If it weren't for the damned working class
I could put Bailey's in my glass,
so I wouldn't be stuck getting pissed on beer.
These dole bludgers ruin everything for me
Life's so tough at the top of the tree
Oh why is everything so unfair?
People think they're entitled to everything
When I was a kid I worked hard to learn
Other kids whinged cos they had no books
They always had an excuse like
I can't concentrate cos I had no breakfast
Spoiled brats just gotta work hard.
If it weren't for the f**king poor people
I could afford a 2nd TV or a holiday in the Caribean
If it weren't for the damned working class
I could afford to irrigate my arse
so I wouldn't be fat but I wouldn't have to exercise
These dole bludgers ruin everything for me
Life's so tough at the top of the tree
Oh why is everything so unfair?
I was trying to employ someone the other day
This woman said her syndrome gave her chronic pain
so she couldn't work, but she didn't look sick to me
We've gotta get these bludgers off welfare
They whinge just cos they're in a wheelchair
or don't apply just cos of pregnancy.
Repeat chorus.
It's so unfair
They screwed my life
It's not my fault
Why cant they take responsibility?