Poor Folks

Poor folks Clean the rich folk's floor so They can't afford to go home Til they get those floors soaked with Water and the red soap Stains your hand and you hope You never end up dead broke Livin' where you stand Rich folks They tell us that the poor folks Can't afford the high hopes of Havin' all the land so They take it from the old folks Turn it into gold boats Float around like old soaks Takin' all they can You can't tell me not to You can't tell me not to cause I can You can't tell me not to You can't tell me not to cause I can I'm a big fan I really think that you can Do anything you want, man All you need are big hands Money and a suntan Family you hate and A willingness to command Anyone who listens Tell 'em that it's all good Tell 'em that they all should Do whatever you would Do to get ahead You don't have to tell me You don't have to tell me not to You don't have to tell me You don't have to tell me not to