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The working people of the world, oh they come and go
The working people of the world, everyone I know
The working people of the world, are you one of them?
The working people of the world, you bet your ass I am
W-O-R-K-I-N-G, ooh-ee
If I can make it to Saturday night with my baby that’s all right with me
The working people of the world, oh we’re all the same
The working people of the world from Tijuana to Maine
The working people of the world, yellow black and brown — red and white
The working people of the world rock ‘n’ roll all night
W-O-R-K-I-N-G, ooh-ee
If I can make it to Saturday night with my baby that’s all right with me
The working people of the world marching off to war
The working people of the world ain’t gonna take it no more
The working people of the world, they say we’ve got no clue
Well, let me tell you mister, working people is me and you.
W-O-R-K-I-N-G, ooh-ee
If I can make it to Saturday night with my baby that’s all right with me
The working people of the world, oh we hold them dear
The working people of the world sipping ice cold beer
The working people of the world just a-punchin’ in
The working people of the world, oh we never win
The working people of the world, they stand their ground
The working people of the world will never let you down
W-O-R-K-I-N-G, ooh-ee
If I can make it to Saturday night with my baby that’s all right with me
The working people of the world, oh we’re all the same
The working people of the world and their rat race games
The working people of the world, just hangin’ ’round
The working people of the world won’t put you down
Words and music by Hector Saldana, Copyright 2011