Elliott Murphy - White Middle Class Blues lyrics

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Three guys pass me by all in white t shirts

They're in a sixty three super sort & they don't like my looks

I'm in the middle of Brooklyn I can't see no escape'

They say the south is a bummer but this isn't so great

Ain't life a blast

So low down middle class

From the day u are born u know u will neva kiss ass

White middle class blues

Now I'm sittin' down to diner there's so much food on ur table

U can throw away ur vegetables u can eat till u are not able

& u veins fill with butter & the blood won't flow through them

& ur kid ods on goof balls & gives the finger to u