Up, up each day with the rising sun
I've got a job and it must be done
I leave for work feeling good 'cos your on my mind
Each thought of you helps me pass the time
I'm a poor man's son

Push push, and moan working with a smile
Just lovin' you makes it all worth while
I'll get my pay like the rest when the week is through
Go but you something that pleases you
I'm a poor man's son

No man, rich or poor
Could love you anymore

I work my hands baby to the bone
Whispers of mine never lets me go
I'm working everyday for the victory plan
I love you so 'cos you understand
I'm a poor man's son

That's why I'm up every day with the rising sun
I've got this job and it will be done
I'm a poor man's son

I'm a poor man's son
I'm a poor man's son
I'm a poor man's son.....

