Maggies Farm

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas and they're driving me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he throws you a penny and he thinks he's so kind
He asks you with a grin
If you're having a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well he put's his cigar out on your face just for kicks
His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks
The National Front stands behind closed doors
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more
Well she talks to all the servants about man and God and law
Every body says that she's the brains behind it all
She's sixty eight but she says she fifty four
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more
Well, I tried my best to be just like I am
But everybody wants you to be just like them
They say sing, while you slave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more