Have you ever seen a worker
Eating a bun
After a hard day
In the sun.
Do you feel really bad
For him are you sad
Do you feel there is misery
And the floor is so slippery
All you want to do is just run,
Away
As he still eats his bun.
Can you change his world
Give him a golden bun
Does the inside of you
Seem to punish you
Could you give him some fun
As he's still only eating his bun.
How would he see you
If he could free you
From the crime of helping him out
In front of such a huge crowd
And the people are close to none
Who would pay for his bun.
