Here’s to the little people That means you and I. We create the economy With the things we buy. The rich people object; They say they are the best By squeezing the lifeblood Out of all of the rest.
What the rich don’t take directly They steal by increasing the tax. Only when we are powerless Do they really feel they can relax. And it only serves to help them If they pass laws that are hazy In which they can hide graft Because we are politically lazy.
Yes, here’s to the little people That is you and that is me. We’re passing up our chances And all our hopes for prosperity. We’ve let the rich people rob us In congress by nickels and dimes. While it might not be too late now, We are just about out of time.