I Don’t Want Your Millions Mister

I don't want your millions, Mister
I don't want your diamond ring
All I want is the right to live, Mister
Demanding back my job again

Now, I don't want your Rolls-Royce, Mister
I can't use your pleasure yacht
All I want is food for my babies
Go give to me my old job back

Well think me dumb if you wish, Mister
You can call me green or blue or red
But here's one thing that I can tell you, Mister
My hungry children are gonna be fed

We worked to build this country, Mister
While you enjoyed a life of ease
You've stolen all that we built, Mister
Now my babies will starve and freeze

I know you have a land deed Mister
The money all is in your name
But where's the work that you did Mister?
I want my country back again

I don't want your millions, Mister
I don't want your diamond ring
All I want is the right to live, Mister
Demanding back my job again

[Spoken]
That's the the way the old song said it but I got more to say. I say, "I do want your millions Mister, but I think they oughta be divided up among all of us"