The assembly plant moved to Mexico the domestic sales started gettin' slow
But the bills kept pouring in me and beck took it on the chin
And the day the landlord threw us out Becky she threw in the towel
She had enough at last of these modern grapes of wrath

Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't
Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't
You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both
With a sign that reads will work for food
And later I'll take my place round the trash barrel fire
Where's the pot of gold for a street man named desire
[ steel ]
It seems like a million years ago I faced each day full of hope
Honest labor with my hands making a living making plans
Well I never was much at drinking before
But these days it's all that keeps me warm
It's still hard to belive this could ever happen to me

Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't...
The President still has a job but I don't...
Where's the pot of gold for a street man named desire