Teacher’s Blues

Oh teacher, teacher why are you so poor?
Oh teacher, teacher why are you so poor?
When it comes to unions you’re an amateur

Now, unions are for workers but a teacher has prestige
Oh unions are for workers but a teacher has prestige
He can feed his kids on that old noblesse oblige

Now prestige is fine but so is bread and meat
Prestige is fine but so is bread and meat
What good is that white collar when you cannot еat?

Yes he wears a whitе collar, treat it with respect
He wears a white collar, treat it with respect
Financially he’s solid wreck

Teacher, teacher be a happy drudge
Ooh teacher, teacher be a happy drudge
You can stoke yourself on that old intellectual fudge

I’ve got the teacher’s blues, those blues are on my mind
I’ve got the teacher’s blues, those blues are on my mind
‘Cause inflation’s got me, done left me far behind