I Don't Want Your Millions, Mister (All I Want)

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.
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 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.