I Don't Want Your Millions

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... 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. 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...