Down And Out In Paradise
Dear Mr. President
I live in the suburbs
Its a long way from Washington, D.C.
Had me a job
Working for wages
And they forgot about me
Cant draw unemployment
For some unknown reason
My kids are hungry
Ive got four mouths to feed
I go out everyday lookin for siutable
employment
Do you think, theres something
You could do for me
Cause Im
CHORUS:
Down and out, here in paradise
Down and out, and im on my knees
Im down and out, here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
Dear Mr. President
I used to be a dancer
Got a little bit too old
So i became a secretary
Married as man
In Las Vegas, Nevada
And ten years later
He run out on the kids and me
Some said, I was pretty
But those days are over
Now, Ive no place to live
And im out on the streets
Oh, Mr. President
Can I tell you a secret
I never ever thought, that this could
Happen to me
Cause Im
CHORUS:
Down and out, here in paradise,
Down and out, and im on my knees
Im down and out, here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
Dear Mr. President
Im just a young kid
Im in the fourth grade
At riley elementary
My Mom and Dads been actin funny
Im not sure
If it aint got someting to do with me
My Daddys always drunk
My Moms a babysitter
And I dont like the Russians
Cause I hear, they hate me
Dear Mr. President
Can I ask you one question?
When the bombs fall down
Will they hurt everyone in my family
Yeah, yeah
CHORUS:
Down and out, here in paradise
Down and out, and im on my knees
Im down and out, here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me