text: 8 A.M., Im up and my feet beating on the sidewalk
  Down at the unemployment agency, all I gets talk
  I check the want ads but there just aint nobody hiring
  Whats a man supposed to do when hes down and
  Out of work
  I need a job, Im out of work
  Im unemployed, Im out of work
  I need a job, Im out of work
  I go to pick my girl up
  Her name is Linda Brown
  Her dad invites me in
  He tells me to sit down
  The small talk that were making
  Is going pretty smooth
  But then he drops a bomb
  Son, what dya do?
  Im out of work
  I need a job, Im out of work
  Im unemployed, Im out of work
  I need a job, Im out of work
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Hey, Mr. President, I know you got your plans
  Youre doing all you can now to aid the little man
  We got to do our best to whip that inflation down
  Maybe you got a job for me just driving you around
  These tough times, theyre enough
  To make a man lose his mind
  Up there you got a job but down here below
  Im out of work
  I need a job, Im out of work
  Im unemployed, Im out of work
  I need a job, Im out of work
  Ooh, Im out of work
  Im out of work
  Im out of work
  Im out of work
  Im out of work
  Im out of work
  Im out of work
  Im out of work