Down And Out In Paradise

Dear Mr. President I live in the suburbs It's a long way from Washington , D.C. Had me a job Workin' for wages Till the company moved out And they forgot about me Can't draw unemployment For some unknown reason My kids are hungry I've got four mouths to feed I go out every day looking for suitable employment Do you think there's something you could do for me Cause I'm Chorus Down and out here in paradise Down and out and I'm on my knees I'm down and out here in paradise Looks like the milk and honey Done run out on me Dear Mr. President I used to be a dancer Got a little bit too old So I became a secretary Married a man