I been workin' all day for the minimum pay,
Sortin' and a stackin' for the man.
I been workin' up a sweat and my brow is all wet,
And I been pushin' just as hard as I can.
My face is covered in dirt and my darn feet hurt!
I'm achin' from the effort that I had to exert,
And all I've got to show for it is my own filthy shirt,
Sweat patches rag!
I get home real late, about a quarter to eight,
My lady's waitin' with a tonic and gin.
She says "you're lookin' quite fine, I can't believe that you're mine,
"So won't you hurry up and let yourself in!"
I can't believe what I see, she's acting fancy for me,
Despite my shirt that smells like something died in '93,
She must know I've had a hard day at the library!
Sweat patches rag!
Sweat patches, sweat patches rag!
Stacking books and saying "shoosh!" takes the puff out of me!
Sweat patches rag!