I'm sixty percent an American I'm sixty percent a man That's what parity say I am That's the law of the land Now do I work sixty percent of each day? Eat sixty percent of my meals? And does my truck take me into town On sixty percent of its wheels? Now will my chicks be content to eat Just sixty percent of their mash? And will the middleman give my throat Just sixty percent of a slash? Now all you workers in city and town I know your budget's a mess But when you get to that last lousy buck Remember I've forty cents less!
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