I don't want your millions, Mister I don't want your diamond ring All I want is the right to live, Mister Give me back my job again Now, I don't want your Rolls-Royce, Mister I don't want your pleasure yacht All I want's just food for my babies Give to me my old job back We worked to build this country, Mister While you enjoyed a life of ease You've stolen all that we built, Mister Now our children starve and freeze So, I don't want your millions, Mister I don't want your diamond ring All I want is the right to live, Mister Give me back my job again Think me dumb if you wish, Mister Call me green, or blue, or red This one thing I sure know, Mister My hungry babies must be fed Take the two old parties, Mister No difference in them I can see But with a Farmer-Labor Party We could set the people free So, I don't want your millions, Mister I don't want your diamond ring All I want is the right to live, Mister Give me back my job again